Re: Mission Uncomfortable: Secret Santa Edition
Sasha was about to go on a tirade about the joy of Bela Lugosi's voice versus Jim Carrey, when she was stopped dead in her tracks by mention of the baby Grinch. Oh, no no no. Her eyebrows shot up in Reece's direction, "Hate? Just because I don't stay up at night writing love sonnets about how cute the baby Grinch is like some people..." Sasha threw her hands up as though there certainly couldn't be anyone that fit that description within any of the super modern areas, REECE.
"No, that's a good rule," she told Cat, "We're going with that one, too." Because anytime someone said Whoville? Well, it wasn't specified to be in the movie, was it? Sasha could say Whoville a whole lot. Her eyes twinkled mischievously towards her sister, and Sasha flopped down on the couch in stark contrast to Cat's grace. The slipper comment? Earned an amused eyeroll and she called out to the terminator host, "Milk! And if it's been in a shoe, don't tell us."
Back to Cat, "Things are things. Damian got us some land on the lake, and it is taking every ounce of willpower I have to not put a roller coaster on it." A great big steel monstrosity that would piss off every single person that lived nearby with its midnight roaring. "Abe has other ideas." With that she smirked over at Abe, and just having him near helped ease the weird anxiety that crept up her spine. After all, Sasha was so worried that she'd say something or do something that would be taken wrong that it was hard for her to relax. She was trying, and she put up a damn good front. That was one thing she was really good at, pretending to be completely at ease. Abe, of course, knew better, and that's one of the reasons why she loved him so much.