"Brutally honest, huh. Guess that's a word for it." She took the rag back and tossed it on the table. She was a neat person by preference, but she didn't mind the occasional mess.

She watched him with the bottle, almost studying it, wondering what was going on in that peri-head of his. Had she said the right things? She wasn't sure if she had, but she'd been as honest as she could have been and she figured that had to be good enough. So when he thanked her, she nodded.

"Anytime, gotta stick together all of us, right?" Solidarity. Some of her favorite friendships had started that way.