"Hey," Kass's dramatically darkened lashes flicked as she looked over the (usually dark-haired) other woman's costumed, coming up entirely blank in answer to what she was wearing, "Okay, I admit, you're going to need to give me a major hint on this one, Mary. Because I have no idea."
Her mood did lighten, somewhat, in seeing the bartender, knowing that there was no need to hold back any acidic comments she might have for any of her staff. After her run-in with the pastry chef, Mack, an infuriated Kass had gone to Sing the Rage for a drink, and met Mary. After comparing tattoos, they had actually gotten along quite well.
Taking a seat for herself, the slit in her dress gaping to show the length of one leg from ankle to thigh, Kass flicked her red hair over her shoulder, "Have you ever heard of someone losing a tray of mozzarella?"