“About what?” Kat asked.

“Basic stuff.” Andie shrugged. “Favorite color, favorite food, biggest fear … You know, things to help develop your character.”

“Like speed dating.” Kat grinned.

“Kind of, yeah.” Andie winked. “But with yourself.”

“Should we figure some of this out now?” Kat wondered. “We can do it together.” She pulled out her sheet and read, “Bridget Johnson, sales executive from London. Aw, do you think that’s supposed to be like Bridget Jones?”

“I think that’s a safe assumption, yes.” Julia laughed. “I’ll go next. I’m Meg Bryant.”

“Subtle,” Andie snorted.

Julia nodded. Yes, she’d gotten the obvious nod to rom-com royalty Meg Ryan. “Occupation: bookstore owner from Seattle.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s a tad twee, but I can work with it.”

“What about you, Andie?” Kat asked.

Andie pulled out her sheet and scanned the page. “You have got to be shitting me.”

“What?” Kat tried to read over Andie’s shoulder.

“Back off, Bridget.” Andie wiggled out of reach and read her sheet out loud: “Carrie Day, fashion designer from NYC.”

Julia and Kat burst into giggles.

“What’s so amusing?” Andie groused.

“You as a fashion designer?” Kat shook her head vigorously. “It’s hilarious.”

“Tell me, what’s your biggest fear, Carrie?” Julia asked, struggling to keep a straight face.

“Outlet malls,” Andie replied, deadpan.

Kat collapsed onto the couch cushions in another fit of giggles.

“We should get changed before dinner.” Julia grinned. “Too bad we probably won’t need costumes.”

“It’d be fun,” Andie agreed, “to dress up in a famous costume from a romantic comedy. I’d love to wear the red dress from Pretty Woman.” She gathered up her stuff. “Even though I don’t have the legs to pull it off.”

“You’ve got great legs.”

“I didn’t say my legs weren’t great.” Andie glanced down, patting one thickly muscled thigh. “But they are short and stumpy. And that dress is made for someone tall and willowy.” She hoisted her duffel bag over her shoulder. “You could make it work, Kat.”

“Not my style.” Kat shook her head. “I’d want to wear the outfit Molly Ringwald’s character makes for herself in Pretty in Pink.”

“Of course,” Andie and Julia replied in stereo, sharing a knowing grin.

Julia retrieved her luggage. “I suppose I’d pick the dress Meg Ryan wears in the New Year’s Eve scene from When Harry Met Sally.”

“Good choice.” Andie nodded.

“Ooh, yeah,” Kat cooed. “Sexy off-the-shoulder gown in that gorgeous blue.”

“And those long fancy gloves,” Julia added.

“They weren’t gloves,” Kat insisted.

“They weren’t?” Julia glanced at Kat. “Are you sure?

“Jules, please. I know my rom-com outfits. They were detached sleeve things.”

Andie snickered. “Is that a technical term?”

“What would you call them, Miss Fashion Designer?”