Katie shrugged, then ordered a lemonade; it was the only thing lately that didnt upset her tastebuds. Probably to do with the carbonation being akin to beer.
'As long as the person you're morphing into has the genetics for two ears you shouldn't have a problem. I'd offer you my hair but soon as Ireland releases my resignation the rumors will start and I'll be just as bad off.' The next Ireland match wasn't until the end of February and Katie had managed to convince the team's PR to hold off on a formal announcement until then. A little morbid, but Katie occasionally entertained the idea of a miraculous miscarriage.
'Maybe just nick a sample from a patron? What they don't know can't hurt them.'