"You, me, and pie," Colleen reminded her, stretched lazily across the loveseat with her feet dangling over the armrest and a magazine over her lap. "And Black Friday sales, although--" And then she looked up, making the connection between the wine, Misty's stance, and her eyes. Colleen sighed. "This had better be good, shimai." Rotating herself around to sit upright in the chair, she pointed to the desserts neatly displayed on the table with her gaze still fixed plainly on her, and added, "Better than that pie." Which, she bet, was impossible, but Colleen was just being a bantering pain. Holding up their empty glasses, she smiled. "You checked your email, didn't you?"