"That was sort of my line of thinking, if you're good with potions, you must be good at mixing drinks" she admitted, already moving to climb from the couch so that she could make a dash to her fridge. "I think you need a catch phrase!" She was shouting from behind the fridge door, while she grabbed out her glass pitcher of fresh orange juice that she kept in the fridge.
She was back in seconds, setting down glasses, and the glass pitcher on the table. "Every body needs a catch phrase... Just don't ask what mine is," she said.