"Yes, ratbarf pretty much covers any explaination needed," she chuckled, knowing through their stories his destructive behaviour. She sat with her legs open in a small 'v,' the plate sitting in between them.
With the conversation geared back to her, she had to decide on truth or lies. With her eyes fixed on the donut, she shrugged. "Okay, sure. My turn for the dead friend risen, only we sort of got into a fight." Whatever, Doug was a git for saying those horrid things. Daring a glance, she asked in return, "How've you been, love?"