A laugh at that, and Lexi leaned forward, elbows on the table, grinning. "Oh, definitely," she agreed, as if she abducted teenaged boys and tried to stuff them full of cupcakes while having conversations about methods of poisoning every day. "I'd totally go the route that lets me have one of those big needles so I can twirl my mustache and look evil."
Pushing the root beer one closer, she nodded. "Come on, I'm not trying to kill you. I just desperately need help picking two of these to feature on the menu for my opening this weekend. Seriously, you're saving my life, here. I might go into some sort of sugar overload if I have to keep going alone."
A beat and then Lexi colored faintly, rolling her eyes. "Oh, crap, I'm sorry. I'm Lexi," her hand stuck out, then, with a grin that touched every part of her face. "This is my shop. Well, soon to be my shop, right now it's just a big empty room with a stove. Soon, though, it will be a shop and people will be buying things, which brings us back to the cupcakes."