“Want some sangria?” She walked to a cabinet, taking out a cup. Then she poured herself a glass, taking a sip and grimacing. “Yum.” “Hungry?” I asked, taking out a plate. “Not really. I ate a lot of cookie dough.” I frowned and took out another plate. Nutrition was important. Cookie dough and sangria weren’t going to be her dinner.
ok well this wouldn’t work
