Arla laughed quietly and looked away, resting her mouth on the lip of the bottle for a few long seconds. "The little bastards could use it," she said, ever the princess of tact. She'd never been to tactful to begin with, but over the last year she was really starting to lose her inner censor. She said what she felt like saying whenever she felt like saying it.
Speaking of: "Quit hitting on me. I'll fall for it and think you're being honest."