FP Jones and Laura
"Nah," she said. "I've definitely already had my share of food," she smiled. She ate like a werewolf and wasn't the least bit ashamed of her healthy appetite. Not that she needed to be, as fit and in shape as she was, but she really wouldn't have cared regardless.
"A drink sounds good. Something that tastes good." There was no reason for her to drink something strong as her werewolf metabolism didn't let her get drunk.