Alicia had been eying some of the Wonder Witch products with barely concealed amusement as Verity came downstairs. The two of them were night and day when it came to girly versus tomboy.
"Me too," she said, stepping out onto the pavement again, her binder still under her arm, along with her work robe, which she'd pulled off to adjust to the still somewhat warm summer air. "Where do we want to go? The Leaky is probably full of pervy old men out for their pint after work. Is that a plus or a minus in your book?"