His eyebrows needed their own sit-com. She could practically hear the laugh track as one brow popped up to prove a point. Her own far less comedic brows knit together, crinkling her nose, as she nodded and chuckled, the straight face abandoned for a a self-deprecating quirk of her lips. "I honestly have no idea what I just ordered -- I probably asked for the coffee house equivalent of veal cooked rare."
Wait, was he actually going to remember the nonsense she'd rattled out like lottery numbers? No way. Leaning back, arms crossed, the veritable water nymph felt a sparkle of mischief creep into her delphinium eyes. "I bet you the tab that you can't remember ver batim what I said." A challenge? You betcha. She couldn't even remember all of it. Had she said sugardaddy? Why, hello Freudian slip.