"Nothing to major," Frosty said. "Just doing a few side jobs."
"Oh really?" Nancy asked, still playing the innocent card. "Like what?"
"Oh you know, this and that. Tinkering with this, puttering with that," Frosty replied evasively. He smiled again, and Nancy could have sworn it was with condescension. "Guy stuff. You wouldn't understand."
"I see. Well, it sounds interesting." She smiled sweetly, the act of which left a sick feeling in her stomach. "If you ever want any help just ask. I'd be more than interested."
"Thanks Nancy, you're a peach."
"You're welcome. I've got to go now."
"Bye!"
