"Uh-huh," she said, wrinkling her nose at him. "If only they'd provide a hot healer to administer them, then they might be tolerable." Tracey smiled a genuine, bright smile. "I'll do that. But I expect a superior type of takeaway," she teased. It really was rather ridiculous that an offer of dinner meant more to her than all the extragant, empty promises that she regularly received.
"Cruel," she laughed, "you're just cruel. It's not polite to make a girl wait."