"Even if you had I wouldn't judge you," Millicent said firmly. "It's not like I'm a haven of... um, well, virginity. I might not be knocked up, but that has more to do with gender preference than being Miss Virtuous."
She squeezed Tracey's arm. "I think you need cake," she said. "I'll bake you one. You can watch. I even have... actually, no. No alcohol for you. How do you even freak out without a good drink afterwards? Not cool."