Sydney smiled and nodded. Yes, who's judging? Apparently not this Brodie fellow and that was good because he could potentially judge her in a very bad light presently. Of course, what did it matter really. They were nothing more than strangers.
"Butter," she repeated in a very matter of fact tone. "It fell. On the floor." She looked at him as if he should be following along. "Butter is slippery." A tiny shrug of her shoulders and the story was finished. There was not one thing kinky about it. In fact, Sydney had never been kinky in her life. She was not particularly comfortable with kinky.
"Oh there's my lid!" she suddenly cried, getting on her hands and knees and crawling to the shelf. She stretched her arm beneath it to fish out the elusive childproof cap. When she settled back next to Brodie by the sofa, gathered the spilled pills from her sweater pocket. "Do you want any to take with you? Sheesh, I feel like a dealer," she laughed, glancing at him. "Or do you have your own in your room?" If he didn't, she didn't mind sharing some more with him. It was the least she could, considering.