She held the cup carefully in her hands and sipped at it gratefully. She trusted Bobby enough to accept his opinion of the punch.

"I don't have a head for booze," she admitted, though it was more truthful that she didn't like to drink because she hated to lose control.

She leaned against the table and eyed the cookies. Picking one up she nibbled a corner and then tossed it in the garbage bin at the end of the table. "No cookie will ever compare to yours. You've ruined me for every other cookie on earth."