"Nuh-uh," said Pip, "'s closer to fair warnin. Really not so nice to go round pokin people without a disclaimer. Do get paid to do that sometimes though."

Her hands slipped around Augusto's where it still hung so close to his wine glass and she danced her fingers over his wrist.

"Also, ish interesting to me you're bein so nice to somebody's not onea your kids."