"I'll remember that, thank you," she said, straightening a bit because she'd been sliding a bit to the side. Sitting up for more than about ten minutes made her tired, it was ridiculous.
"I really am trying," she replied. "I spent far too many years caving to my father, and now that I'm bucking his authority, he hates it. But he can fucking deal, that's what I think. He forgets that I'm very much his child sometimes, and he hates to be called on his bullshit." She shrugged, a bright, fake smile on her face. "But, you know. Look at all the fucks I give."
"This one wasn't terribly strong, either," she added. "It sort of felt like she had been once, but that was a long time ago." She shrugged. "I didn't get much, but that's what I remember."