The idea made Anye laugh out loud. "A chaperon probably wouldn't be a terrible idea, but she'd kill me." She paused long enough to try. "Well, she'd try. The night would probably end with her in a sleeper hold and me on the line with poison control. And I'm sure the Agency wouldn't approve of the things I'd do with a memory modifier. That's definitely against the rules." She was joking (mostly), but she had considered at least a hundred times what she could possibly do to get through to Liv.
This train of conversation had started on a humorous track, but now Anye was thinking seriously again. "Maybe I should take her out," she thought aloud. "Not to a party," she clarified immediately. "Just, I don't know, lunch or shopping or something. I don't talk to her as much as I do Emily anymore."