"Well, since you seem so intent to put someone in a tree, it would be only fair to give you that opportunity. You could totally take Isaac. He may look tough, but he's not all that. Hex him if you need to." Tracey realised she probably shouldn't be encouraging Millicent to violence.
Groaning to expression her displeasure, Tracey followed Mils to the table with the cream and sugar and spoons. "Please don't put it like that. I'm horrible!" But she wasn't whinging too loudly. At least part of it sounded incredible. "On the plus side, at least you don't have acne." Tracey wasn't sure she wouldn't just wish to be fourteen again, without a care in the world.
"Plus he won't be suggesting we try again even after we're divorced." Raising her brow, she gave Millicent a pointed look. "Yep, I'm pretty certain he was close to suggesting that one day. Crossed out, it was but still." Fitting herself into a seat, she toyed idly with the spoon. "No, Montague couldn't get me to do a damn thing he wanted, 'course I couldn't budge him either. Hopes he works himself out though and figures out what he needs. Least you like girls and you know it, you're not confused." Slowly replaying what she'd just said, Tracey jerked her head toward her friend hoping Millicent didn't completely understand what she meant, but she was definitely too smart not to.