She narrowly dodged the icing covered fingers, pulling a face of disgust all the while. "Darling, that tastes like sugar. Strawberries taste like strawberries." She offered a smile that said I hate to tell you this, but there's no Father Christmas. Glenda loved fruit, and that was about the only time she could actually handle something that was sweet.
When Morrigan had tried to say that she was sweet, an involuntary guffaw escaped Glenda and she giggled mercilessly for a few moments, as she listened to her friend correct her statement. "Yeah. I'll believe the latter part." She winked then, "That's why I don't eat sweets, though. Because I am so undeniably and adorably sweet." Glenda didn't mind poking fun with Morrigan; in fact, she loved it. There was no poking fun at home because her father was always so exhausted from work and her mother was so absorbed into her sitcoms that she barely recognised the outside world.
"You mentioned something about amazing yellow shirts? I demand to see them... Once your hands are not sticky with the Devil's seed." Her eyes narrowed in feigned loathing in regards to pink icing on her friends fingertips.