"I love you endlessly for all things," Morag assured her generously, enjoying the warmth of broad overstatement as she straddled her stool and took a hearty bite out of a pizza slice. She had never been one for propriety or manners, especially when in the comfort of her own home, and doubly so with a friend she enjoyed being with. Only when she'd ploughed through half her slice did she think of being hospitable -- and then leant up and over the counter, all legs and knickers for a minute, as the bottle opener was dug out of a drawer.
Cracking the cap off one for herself, she slid the opener along the counter and promptly swilled a bit of beer, pressing the bottle between her thighs for safe keeping so she could go back to devouring a proper meal.
Through a mouthful, she considered Sally-Anne's compliment with mixed feelings. "It was more a wee find. Magical tracking office was flagged before we even what the fuck'd happened. But --" because she wasn't going to dismiss flattery entirely "-- it was nice being in charge of something. Maybe I'll get a nice bonus." As if she cared about the money.