Watching Magenta occupied most of Liz's attention, after she left. Liz tried not to be too obvious, but it was hard not watch her. It was like she'd be torn away from a conversation that she very much wanted to continue. As an added benefit, Magenta certainly wasn't hard on the eyes, or more appropriately, she was very easy on the eyes, even a pleasure.<br/><br/>As Liz came back toward her, having dropped off a couple of drinks, one of which went to the man she'd talked to earlier, she was just distracted enough by that discovery to look like she hadn't actually been staring at her as she walked over.<br/><br/>"Wait..." she said, faking confusion and alarm, "you have quarters? I thought they put you on shelves or something."<br/><br/>She smiled, and raised her own drink as a kind of toast, before taking a long, refreshing sip.<br/><br/>"I think I would like that," she said, "very much."<br/><br/>Liz was, fairly shamelessly, playing with the edge of her bikini top, running her finger along the inside edge on the left side. Her focus was squarely on Magenta now.<br/><br/>"I might have to reconsider if there is much more rhyming in my future," she said, "I prefer puns." She laughed and toyed with her drink a bit more.