Mandy rolled her eyes. "What do you want what I think of you?" she challenged, stepped toward her suddenly. "I mean really, you don't care, so why ask?"
She blinked at her, some of the hurt washed away from the 'then die' comment. Brownies? How the hell did she know about brownies? Unless she was calling her fat which she wasn't. She knew she wasn't. She'd made brownies for Zach, as a friend. Suddenly her hand went to her mouth and she started laughing abruptly. Once she got herself under control, she grinned at Tracey - a real grin. "If you want to recipe I can give it you. But like you said you can't buy people off. Or I don't. My friends are my friends purely for who I am. Whether it's my insane way to romanticize to the dragons or my love for double chocolate chip brownies, I share, not buy friends with since they are my friends long before I give them that chance to take the brownies. I have a strange way of getting friends." She crossed her arms over her chest, a grin still on her face. "My question is why not you? What did I do to you really?"