As Aiden groused, Joanie rolled her eyes. "Oh my god, princess, lighten up." Sipping her beer, she waited for him to sit down - on the floor, of course - before pressing "play" on the DVD player. Since she imagined there was no need to pay perfect attention, she glanced over to Oliver. Her expression turned stony and deadpan as he mentioned that he couldn't handle a movie about John Seward.
"Are you serious?" she asked, eyes wide. "The Wicked Witch of the West has a fucking musical. And a cult following. People turn on the Wizard of Oz after smoking weed, then try to see it sync up with Dark Side of the Moon." She paused, unsure of where she was going with this. She shrugged. "And look at me, I can handle it just fine." Oh, she was such a dirty little liar.
Glancing down at Aiden on the floor, she snickered. "Yeah, let us know which parts were made up for the sake of showing off Hugh Jackman's abs, and which ones were made up for the sake of using up the special effects budget."