Monique chuckles, "I'll take my publicity tour over your paperwork any day, no?"
"No whisky for me, just water." The fridge opens up and a water bottle floats over towards her waiting hand. The fridge closes quietly. "I think I be getting hang of this finaly." As it reaches her hand, the bottle contorts just a bit, and the top pops off, some water spilling before she can grab it. "Maybe not," she says, blushing a bit.