"Thank you for continuing to live up to my mother's expectations." She smiled and handed her coat to Pete, then swatted at Sam's hand and turned to him. "You keep tuggin' on me, somethin's gonna fall off and what's underneath ain't gonna be pretty."
It probably wasn't a real threat, but it was something that could maybe work to get him to cut it out. Maybe.
"I dunno. I'm new at this," she nodded, smiling as she put on as innocent a face as she could muster. "Ain't sure I'd even know what any of those fancy drinks are called."