Oh, that smile again. Lydia was already well on her way to being smitten with Mandy, and the more her friend smiled at her, the closer Lydia edged again. She didn't want to overwhelm the girl with how touchy-feely she was, but that was Lydia's default setting. She just couldn't help or deny the urge to touch and be touched.
"You're one to talk, Miss Brocklehurst," she laughed, leaning in. "Beautiful and talened yourself, plus a killer smile."