Corwen nodded, then wished she hadn't, as a jolt in her head reminded her of exactly how much she'd been drinking. "Lot to catch up on."
Yeah, Lucy. The penny was slowly dropping inside her head. John had been wittering on about how she'd find her really attractive. Like some sort of goddamn matchmaking fairy. What would he know about taste anyway? She couldn't help an outward grin, and she attempted to bring her hand up to cover it.