"I'm pretty sure you made me." Serena returned his eye roll, "Or maybe that was George? One of you definitely likes my legs-" She teased before her face changed at his comment and lone offering. "That's it." Getting up with great gusto (leaving her cup on the coffee table) she stormed over to Fred to wrestle the pretzels out of his hands.
Wrenching a few sticks from his grip she gritted out, "Considering the male company I currently keep, he is actually right, Mandy! Anyway, so what are you going to do about it, then?"