"It's a strawberry thing," she answered with a shrug, and put the cup on the corner of the desk with the offer of "Want some?" like she wasn't totally aware that he found it's very presence in his office offensive. Tony was so weird about the weirdest things. His neuroses provided Cassie with endless entertainment.
Cassie flopped unprofessionally into one of the chairs in front of his desk then and took a rubberband from a ball of rubberbands, stretching it into shapes between her fingers with a restless energy and a bored look. "How was China?" she asked with patented teenager indolence that could have translated to why didn't you take me to China? or what did you bring me from China? or even I don't actually care what you did in China.