"Oh, they better," Mindy says, the edge of her voice not quite teasing. She really does need a drink, and it's much less tragic if she downs hers with a friend at her side. On her own, grieving the loss of a bear claw, she'd totally be a target for all manner of pervs.

Which, for the record, she once upon a time would have loved, but now she has Danny. "I need the strongest, pinkest thing they have. You're sure you don't have plans?" Not that she'd let her run off to carry them out, but it's the sentiment that counts.