"She even threw away her strawberry lipstick," Mandy said with a smile, lifting her glass toward Andrew. "She hasn't any wish to see him killed, by berry or otherwise." She took another drink, nodding.
"I'd love to," she told him, settling a little closer as well. "Fudge is my drug," she added, laughing. "Well, sweets. Carrot cake and chocolate, and oh! cheesecake..." Mandy reached for the winebottle, stretching toward the table, then sat back and topped off their glasses with what was left in it. "It's a good thing I work too much and forget to eat, or I'd be big as a house."