"All right, smarty pants," Manda retorted, knowing perfectly well what it was that he was getting at. And she hadn't played like she didn't know, either. She could smell his cologne and he wore that blue shirt that she liked -- possibly because she had bought it for him -- so there was probably a good chance that he was trying to do something special.
Oh lord, and then he had to go and say the B word...
"Ugh," was all the response she gave to the word, scrunching her face up. "Don't say that. Say we're celebrating Easter. Or Columbus Day. Or Kwanzaa."