"Cool." Andrea said with a small grin, as she settled a bit more onto the bed. She kept her legs down and shoes on, but she did get a bit more comfy.
"More for me." Her grin widened, her tone was quite pleased about this outcome as she held her container close to body. She wasn't at all bothered by Faith not digging the olives. A lot of people didn't for some obscure reason. "They're salty and tangy." She corrected. "You can't get tastier than that." And, in her opinion, you really couldn't. Not even if it was spicy because that would off-set the tasty-ness. Unless it was just a very, very mildy kind of spicy kick. Then that would work fine with the tangy.
Andrea popped a couple of more olives into her mouth before closing the container. Grabbing a napkin from her purpse she wipped her hand and then walked over to grab some tortilla and dip while the previews went on. "Plates?" She asked. "Do you have any? Please?" She added as an afterthought. It was dip. She got distracted. Sue her. At least she remembered her manners.