Julia rolled her eyes at Sara's description of her date, then grinned and twisted to look at her butt at the compliment. "Doesn't it?" she replied satisfied and then nodded at the question every woman must ask herself at least once. Why<em>do</em>we go to all this trouble? Sara's invite to split the food and wine sounded wonderful and she felt comfortable in her company. Thank god she was a likable girl and not some moody emo chick or something.<br/><br/>"I'd love to, and sangria time sounds<em>awesome</em>." She stressed the last word and tilted her head a little back. Maybe if she got really drunk she'd forget all about guys and dates and gone boyfriends. The yogurt ended back in the fridge and she got herself a plate and fork instead. She scooped a generous amount of the food onto her plate after Sara did and then strolled lazily into the little living room and made herself comfortable in one of two deep and soft couches that were really much too big for the space.<br/><br/>"Mmmh, this is far too good to be a frozen dinner thingy," she exclaimed and sighed as she swallowed the second bite. "If you'd hidden the wrappings I totally would've bought it was some secret recipe." A small chuckle followed and she winked at the other girl. "Or maybe I'm just starving."