"No one's going to kill you, you're Moira goddamn MacTeer," she scoffed. Jess didn't know if water would hurt it. "If water doesn't work we'll try Dawn. It gets oil out of baby ducks, it should get - strawberries, you said? - out of a dress."
A pause. "Who's gonna kill you over a dress, anyway?" Moira could buy any dress a hundred thousand million times over.