Famine bit down on the urge to shoot back 'you say that now'. All that would accomplish was to have them going around in circles all night, and she was really not in the mood for that.
"I think I still owe John a smack," she mused, before waving one hand to dismiss the thought. "Not important. We can-we can give it a try, just...remember to be patient with me, I guess. I'm trying."