Marcus & Nora
"Lucky for me, I haven't had to keep up my girlish figure for years now," she added sarcastically, taking another bite of cake and looking down at her thin arms and non existent body fat. Honestly, Nora had no idea how she wasn't overweight by this point in her life. Maybe she had some weird magical disease that she had yet to have diagnosed... One could only hope.
Stopping though she turned around, her eyes serious as she told him, "You will. You'll pass. It's not even a question." Simple as that.
And as though she never even said anything, she went back to tugging him towards the drinks, tossing the empty plate and grabbing them both a glass. "Here. Drink with me, mate. I don't want to look like the alcoholic I really am by indulging alone."