Ligea smiled as she entered Wendy's apartment. "It's no problem, really. I'd been putting off shopping for way too long, needed to stock up anyway." Wendy set off sparks in the back of her brain, the way other immortals did, but she couldn't figure it out, and she didn't really want to pry.
She held up the bag containing two bottles of a nice dry red. "Any place in particular this goes?"