Alicia's eyebrow went up as Edgecombe flat out insulted her. Exactly what could be expected from someone like that. Nasty, viperous little twat.
"It's probably the pickles," she said dryly, taking another large bite and crunching loudly and on purpose.
"Glad to hear our Ministry employees are so dedicated," she added, tapping her fingers on the counter and hoping the service was quick.
At Marietta's next comment, she looked over at her, not bothering to hide her expression. "I thought I'd come in and see if they were interested in subscribing to Witch Weekly," she said. "But instead I just decided to order lunch."