Andy just shrugged a shoulder, tilting her head into Booker's hand. "It's just something you do to eat," she murmured. "Don't have a talent for it like you two do." Though, as Nicky could attest, she could definitely pick out flavors in things: he'd lost more than one bet over whether she could identify where something had come from. She fished an ice cube out of her drink, licking the bourbon and peach syrup off it, expression thoughtful even though the change was subtle: she didn't frown, her brows didn't crease. Andy's eyelashes just dipped a little.
"I found something for you a few days ago. A book you'll like."
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Date: 2020-09-14 02:30 am (UTC)"I found something for you a few days ago. A book you'll like."