"Uh. Yeah, right," Beverly snorted. "It's probably a big deal. Why, what was the context?"
She sometimes wished Ben was here. Or Mike. Though Ben was probably sailing on a boat, into the great blue sea, and Mike was in Florida studying the site of where a sea monster was last seen, or a sperm whale. He loved cryptozoology.
Alas. She'd focus on the Loser she had here and now, scooting closer to put her arms around him. "Your moisturizer?"