It took her a few moments, banging around the cupboards loudly, to find the frying pan and when Trev came back upstairs, her coat was draped over one of the chairs, her hair pulled back in a sloppy bun and she was studiously wrapping bacon slices around squares of dark chocolate. "Yes!" She responded triumphantly, gesturing at the metal pan.
Trev held the glass out to her and she automatically took it, then paused with it halfway to her lips. "Fucking dinosaurs," she muttered, after a moment, forcing her hand to move. She took a long sip, then set the glass onto the counter and dropped a bacon wrapped chocolate square into the frying pan.