At least Katie added the ‘neither’, which was good, because at present Alicia couldn’t recall if she had anything aside from coffee, tea and milk in the flat. Maybe there was a bottle of red wine somewhere? Not important.
She rolled onto her side, propping her head up on her elbow as Katie revealed the general direction of what had her riled up like this. Somehow Alicia wasn’t too surprised; Katie’s parents tended to be... overly protective.
“That they do,” she agreed and pulled up the other side of the blanket if Katie wanted to get in. “What happened?”