"No, thanks! Way too much sugar for three in the morning," she says, cheerfully, and possibly she should be denied any sugar whatsoever, if that's what has her acting this way. She looks at him with bright, unguarded interest, the kind you shouldn't focus on people you don't know well.
"Is that a crossword puzzle?" She inquires, pulling a twenty dollar bill from her pocket. (No, it's not a crossword puzzle, it's a goldfish.)