“Cordelia Chase,” she replied and then tapped at her own nose by way of introduction, “Would be happy to take up the role of Noah’s longsuffering wife if that Noah was a tall, cool drink of Scotsman.”

Contemptuous eyes scanned the tavern before settling back on her new personal Access Hollywood.

“Then again, people in those movies always look like they have running water and hairspray and toothpaste.” She wrinkled her nose at the unpleasant mildewy smell that permeated the room. “I’m thinking the truth might be a little less palatable.”

As if her time in Pylea hadn’t been convincing enough? This place made her pretty sure Earth, with deodorant and volumizing shampoo was exactly where she belonged.