Her spoon paused in its efforts to empty out the deep-fried shell of her treat as her face screwed up in consideration.
"I'm sorry to say, I think I'd have to go with the vampire. Imagine, never gaining or losing weight ever again, never having to shave either, and from what I hear, the sex is unimaginable." She broke off a piece of the deep-fried bit with her fingers and popped it into her mouth. "You've got to admit, I'd make a rather fit vampire. But you're right, I have yet to see a ginger vampire. Doesn't mean they don't exist, though."
She wiggled her foot against his hand, enjoying the feel of it so comfortably there without any moves to cop a feel or take advantage of their position. It reminded her of how they'd been friends for so many years, and how that was so much more important than anything else.