She scrunched her nose and made a face at Mandy. "My home wouldn't smell stale anyway. Mum has supplied me with enough potpourri baskets to tide me over until next Christmas."
"And the drinks are on me!" Alicia insisted, linking her arm through Mandy's as they rounded the gate at the edge of her property and headed down the street toward the pub. "I promise we won't get tipsy, though."