[Early in the party]
[A bit of an indignant look, with a hand on her hip.] Of course! A woman has to look her best. [Going for the sweeter toppings, she puts on plenty of relish, just a little ketchup, and s strip of cheese before setting the other half of the bun on top.]
[She knows he meant well, but she couldn't help but roll her eyes a little.] Ugh, thanks, but no thanks. I'll just make Saya jog with me an extra quarter mile or so, to burn off the calories.