Rhiannon's brows arched a little but she didn't say anything. She'd resigned herself to the fact that Anabella Winters was a rude witch, but it was on the tip of her tongue to point out that her husband and son ran a strip club and Tristan had told her that the Wicked Temptations store that he took her to was looked over by his mother. She could sniff all she wanted at leopard print, but at least her underwear came with a crotch.
"Oh yes, that'd be the one! It's my new underwear line and it's doing amazing," she said with a smile, looking only at Tony. "Of course, it's not as risque as some lingerie I see in stores in the City, but it's doing okay."
Harvey put all the crayons neatly away in the box, then closed the notepad and sat it on the table next to where he'd been coloring for after lunch.
"Pizza sounds great," Rhiannon said as she stood along with Harvey.