[Fiona just keeps laughing. She hopes it's clear she means it kindly, by now. Everyone should laugh at themselves, now and again.] The football team? Really? I never really... but then again, my type was apparently 'potential drug dealer'.

[She isn't a judgmental person, at heart. If the girl says she's gay, whatever. If she says she's slept with men, whatever. Fiona's experience with this issue is skewed and limited, but she comes from a culture where 'live and let live' is occasionally a matter of survival.] That's not to say I never went near the football team, though. Some of them had cars. [Rigorous criteria, here.]