<strong>Katy, at dinner on night 1</strong><br/><br/>Katy ate every bite of her fish, savoring the mango salsa.  It had been so delicious, and if Mike was able to whip up meals of this caliber, she was going to have to make sure she worked out pretty regularly.  Laying her napkin next to her plate after wiping her mouth, she pursed her lips in thought.  "I believe the liquid courage, too.  Hell, if I'd thought of it myself, I would have snuck a six pack in with my luggage too," she laughed.<br/><br/>"So out of the two others, let's see... do I see you as a goth girl?"  She tilted her head, looking at Beth carefully, trying to imagine her as she may have been a few years before.  Generally, she thought of goth girls as surly, and the blonde seemed so bubbly that it was hard to imagine a surly incarnation of her.<br/><br/>"Or naughty in a restaurant?"  That one made her wonder, and her lips remained curved up in a smile, her eyes narrowing as she realized that the little brush she'd felt against her foot a few minutes before might not have just been an accident like she'd assumed.  "I have a feeling, Beth, that you can be quite naughty.  Perhaps a little daring and flirtatious even."  Her smile widened, her eyes sparkling with mirth when she added, "Or at least one can hope.  I'm landing in the 'Mike' camp on this one.  The goth girl thing is the lie."