Lily placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head when he said it wasn't good enough. What did he expect? Lily wasn't one to admit she was wrong, because let's face it, she wasn't. She'd learned that from years of watching her mother prove to her father that she was always right. It usually took a glare and he'd eventually cave. With dad, Lily usually took the sweeter approach of convincing him she was right--after all, daddy's little girl--with friends, she was much like her mother. "What do you want?" she asked, rolling her eyes amused. "Me to run over and kiss you and profess my undying love and appreciation for you?"
She watched the large gift--she still had no idea what it actually was--levitate and over over her shoulder. She moved her eyes back to Aubrey and moved away from the chest. "Waiting?" she asked. "You really want that kiss then?" Her expression turned playfully sympathetic. "Sorry, Goldstein, I'm spoken for," she added with a teasing smirk. She actually wasn't, but it sounded good at the time.