"I'll bear that in mind, if he ever dares to come near me again," she commented. "I couldn't believe the nerve of that little cockroach. Have you seen me? Even if he weren't completely repugnant, I'm so far out of his league as to make his approach totally ludicrous. As are you," she added, smirking, her face sobering straight away when she realized she was flirting and she shouldn't be.
She entered the room and sat down, crossing her legs primly and looking up at Anabel expectantly. "So, I'm fairly certain this problem can be rectified with a simple anti nausea potion. And some sort of lawsuit against the restaurant. Do you know, the thing that annoys me most, is that before I started throwing up, I was thinking that it was some of the best junky food I'd had in a long time."
As Anabel indicated the table, she rose from her seat and obeyed her, perching on the table and answering the questions as they were put to her. "So give it to me straight," she quipped. "Will I ever play the piano again?"