"My guest! And he brings a hostess gift. Das ist prima!" Fisher waved her bottle cheerfully in greeting. Her free hand patted the spot next to her like she was trying to slap off a roof tile. "Come, come, guest, come sit with me. Talk with me! We did not have a chance to talk at Halloween, I think?"
Setting the bottle carefully down, Fisher pushed up her sleeve to reveal the thin pink-gold Vacheron Constantin specimen. At her expectant look, a small, blue flame appeared over the watch's elegant face.
"They have taken away my lighters again," she said. "Well. They have taken away the one they could catch."