'Glaswegian'.  This was completely new to Melody and she resolved to research it at a later date.<br/><br/>She unlocked and opened the door for her roommates, following them in and beginning to unload groceries herself--she thought of them as groceries. Her organizing began slowly as she was distracted by how quickly Morgan began to shed clothing, then very quickly became her focus as she didn't want anyone to think she was ogling. She began to take out the item she had ducked back into the store for only to see Morgan affectionately stroking its' twin. Confusion ruled her thoughts. Morgan hadn't picked up the bottle. After longingly admiring it she had left without it; Melody had been certain of this. And yet there it was, making what she had intended to be a thoughtful gesture seem frankly silly. She blushed as she was wont to do, and not knowing what to do with the bottle she for reasons she would never truly understand paniced and hid it in her own underwear drawer.<br/><br/>Melody's eyes darted up at the mention of Truth or Dare. The idea was both fascinating and terrifying. She didn't respond--not in words. In her fore-mind she wondered whether the nervousness that drove her to dislike the idea was as strong as the interest that drove her to crave it. But a deeper part of her had no question--knew that if the idea wasn't pursued she would be sorely disappointed.