Tig tilted her head to the side, trying to figure out if Oliver was the same size as Fred or not. When Alicia hugged the man as if measuring him up and said they were about the same she gave a little shrug and trusted the other blonde's judgement completely.
She followed into the kitchen, a small squeak of delight escape her at seeing all the bottles. Tig was by no means an alcoholic, she just liked the pretty colors and shapes of the bottles. Of course, the stuff inside the bottles was nice too.
"Thank you," Tig murmured politely upon getting her drink. She was always well behaved with manners when a guest in other people's homes. Sipping her drink, a little hum left her lips at how delicious it was.
She looked at Oliver after Lici's question, genuinely curious for the answer. "Pretty makes the best drinks. I think he'd be a wonderful person to teach making them." Tig babbled a little, the rate of her speech speeding up a little. "I wonder if he could teach me. I'll have to ask next time I am at the club."
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