"Hot Dog area near the kiddie pool." Molly giggled. "Blue Rasberry Slushie. Alcohol interacts badly." She'd never had alcohol, as she was not yet 21 on shore, and she was taking medication that just shouldn't mix. The Doctors said it was best avoided. No more loss of brains for her.
"Hot dogs for lunch to drive men crazy. My treat."
Molly tucked the painting into a large pad of watercolor paper and shoved it and her art box in a large denim bag she looped over her shoulder. "TARDIS." She patted the blue sling bag.
She didn't know if the other woman would understand the allusion, but it fit.