Re: Brian/Margaret
"Sugar, aren't you just what the doctor ordered." Margaret smiled up at the young man, shielding her eyes from the glare. That nice young man with the pretty blonde curls had kindly found a chair for her that could be dragged outside so she didn't have to try putting these old bones of hers on the grass. Then he'd run off to join the other boys playing their game. All she needed was a nice, cold drink and she was set for the afternoon.
And here came the answer to that wish.
"Margarita, cold as it comes and easy on the lime. Too much of that sugary flavor mix will rot your teeth, you know."