Re: You have the moral backbone of a chocolate éclair.
"That's right, papi!" Qiana said to her cousin as she announced her imaginary erection, then gave a butt wiggle before moving to stand and face the fairer-colored Cullen offshoot. "Einherjar," she repeated, which would either earn her an explanation or serve as a mental note to look that up later.
"Zap wanted sweatpants-not-elegance." She shrugged; couldn't blame her, dude. Qiana's face was still light, but she harbored conspiracy in her eyes: "Nate keeps walking in wherever he wants to lately... and Zap seems a little off. Maybe it's the baby. And Thor's been really tired," she spilled without even second-guessing the action. "Sif is nice," and that was all she had to say on that topic.
"I'm glad you're glad," she said with an exaggerated hair flip. "Pastries 'cause empty calories." Her butt regularly demanded them. "Your sweater is off the chain. Where'd you get it?" She batted her lashes as she opened the bag and pulled out napkins and other crap, then delicious filled morsels. "Oh yeah, it was from me!" She rolled her eyes at her own faux-stupidity then took a finger's swipe of chocolate icing and drew an upside-down crucifix on Frankie's t-zone. "In the name of the father, the son, and the holy donut, amen." Then she licked the finger clean and grabbed her fried good of choice.