Feeling affronted by all the intellectual challenging, Abbey's hands went to her hips. "Yeah, I got a list, too. Muhammad Ali, Oscar de la Hoya, Randy Couture, Chuck Lidell, Lucia Rijker... What, you're unfamiliar? I'm not judging." She drifted off, watching rock slit snakeskin until the next inappropriate comment.
"You want babies? No... just no." Abbey's mind went to all the alligator young at Colby's. They were miniature, yellow-striped creatures. Granted it hurt like a mother when they bit, but baby anything was cute and worth looking out for. She'd have to warn Matt there was a psycho on the loose. "Besides, that's against the law." Or she thought it was. "What do you want them for, anyway?"