"I should get a damn medal of valor," she responded, her tone on the other side of sarcastic. "I swear she buys me one more dress and I'll strangle her with it." After so many years, you'd think a person would learn. Lexi Montgomery did not do dresses. Ever. The only way you were getting her into a dress was if she was already dead and you just needed to bury her in it. Plain and simple.
Lexi snorted at her insistence that one didn't flirt with Goblins. "They're like men, Demi, flattery and talking shop is their definition of flirting." If you were hoping for something more you'd be sorely disappointed ... not that she was ever looking for more ... with Goblins or men.
She wasn't all that excited about the additional shopping aspect, but she didn't bother arguing it. She was used to Demi and her habits. She agree to dinner, though. She hadn't been to The Three Broomsticks in ages. "Beats the Leaky and their pea soup."