Pippin & Jeremiah; March Residence.
"I had to," she admitted with a fierce blush coloring her cheeks. "It would have driven me into some serious insomnia not knowing who Casanova is." She almost said my Casanova but somehow managed to keep that behind her teeth. She would say she rolled her save against Mortal Humiliation.
Her outfit was practical for stomping around in the woods. Nice clothes had no place in an investigation. "Oh! Sure. Thanks." Pippin smiled with a wrinkle of her nose. "I never developed a taste for gin. Too Irish, I guess. I like my beer and whisky. Got either of those?"
The biting thing made her grin, however. "I know you don't." Ah, she rolled a 1 on her save this time.