Joy and Jazz had not descended yet into open warfare, trusting still in snide remarks and cruel back-handed jokes to get the job done. But that was alright with Jazz. Personally, she thought it was more fun this way.
Forced one to be clever, and ready for an opportunity to needle the enemy.
When she spotted Joy harrassing the great tom cat, she immediately blew kissing noises in his direction to entice him to come over to her, even breaking off a small piece of her cookie to hold out to him. She was a tenant, Joy could do nothing but glare and chew her tongue.