Rhiannon made a face at the witch, thinking to herself 'oh please'. "My veggie dip is no more dangerous than that weird Asian shit you used to make when we couldn't afford take-out."
She straightened up and took the bag of ice from Connor. "Thanks." She poked him in the hollow of his stomach and went to a cooler in the corner, nudging the lid up with the toe of her shoe. She poured the ice in on top of soda cans and beer bottles, then reached inside to spread it out with her bare hand.
"Mum's the word if anybody not clued-in shows up, yeah?" She stood up and wiped her palms on her pants. "Besides, that's what this whole get-together's about. Out with the old, in with the new."