"Let's just make sure their level of interest doesn't include torches and pitchforks, hmmm? I'm a foodie, not a fighter, and sure, I've got some vicious plants that'll make any fool thinking about making trouble here reconsider the notion, but they won't stand up against a mob." Her tone was as sunny and full of teasing mirth as ever, but there was a touch of seriousness in her dark eyes.
"Never mind all that though; you get me talking about conservatives and I'll end up on a soap box, mark my words. Tell me about something happier than that; somebody interesting who showed up while I was out of town, how you're keeping yourself these days. How's that fine woman of yours? She treatin' you right?"