Belle wiped Grace off, making a small face at the bits of scone that landed on her clothes. Still, she had been covered in worse bodily fluids. "You seem t' always find the ladies you can't have, f'r one reason or t'other. If I was you, I'd go with the gay too."
Hell, if she was her, she would go with the gay. At least with women there wouldn't be any power exchanges in her business life. She sipped her coffee, sad that it was almost gone.
"You think God did dis on purpose? Throwin' us t'gether, I mean."