"Well, if you insist." Alicia mirrored George's position: worn tennis shoes on the coffee table, folded arms, and the stare at the broken disaster around them. "Did it, at least, help? Make you feel a bit better?"
Whether she was referring to the broken dishes, or the talk with Fred, wasn't noted. Perhaps she was talking about both, perhaps not. "It's alright, though. I mean, I would. Not as if I haven't done it before." Alicia grinned and gave him a playful nudge with her elbow.