"Rawr," Brooke said with a giggle. She could be ferocious. She'd slapped a good few people in her time, and she usually came out on top in catfights, but she didn't necessarily enjoy it. Besides, he'd said stress gave you wrinkles and she wasn't planning on aging any time soon.
"You know, you could always buy me a beer, if you're not going to get yourself another," she suggested hopefully, with a little grin.