"Oh, wah," Natalie shot back. "At least I'm not calling you whorebag. Besides, you should take it as a compliment. Clearly I find you attractive enough to be a successful lady of the night."
As ice cream appeared, Nat cracked a smile. You know what went awfully well with doing nothing productive? Ice cream. "I see you've finally figured out that ice cream gives automatic entry into the Evans household," she said, smirking as she moved aside for her friend. "Come in, madam."