Angie headed inside and set the food down on the nearest flat surface. "I'd say you probably could use a massage more than I could, but I'm too easy. I can't turn down one of your massages." Angie wiggled her fingers at her best friend. "You and your magic fingers.
"But definitely after dinner. I'm half-starved myself. You wanna bother with plates or we can just share out of the containers?" As she asked, she produced a few pairs of wooden chopsticks.