“I'll drink to that.” It struck her as a good occasion for the skirt - flashier than she'd usually be, an impulse buy as a reward after a long day, an indulgence she should probably lay off while she's figuring out how to keep paying Rex Lewis. Indulgence seems like the name of the game in here, though, and she's inclined to be in favour.

Crossing her knees, she inquires, “But you don't partake?”