Roger and Morag
Morag gave an expression of mock offense before taking a sip of her own drink. She adjusted her mask before responding to his questions.
"He's hardly tiny -- even in these shoes he has several inches on me." Morag realized she could have made a very crude joke, and the alcohol flowing through her blood was probably to blame; Morag MacDougal did not make uncouth comments. "He's... we get along surprisingly well. Considering. I certainly would not have chosen him myself, but I could have done much worse." Her eyes twinkled. "How's the missus on your end?"