L.L. stood still as he circled around her like a spastic vulture. She learned a long time ago not to try to watch or follow him when he got this way lest she get dizzy. At the mention of her clothing she looked down at her person. Her clothes weren't that bad, were they? Jeans, sneakers, and a tank top covered by an open button up blouse. It definitely wasn't flashy or high fashion, but it looked nice.
"It isn't that bad," she protested, then shrugged. No, he was right. It wasn't something you'd wear on a night on the town. "Okay, maybe you're right." She reached over and took a piece of bacon, biting into it. "Being pampered isn't so bad. Just don't let it get to your head." She grinned, teasing.
"The last time?" L.L. reached up to touch the ends of her hair and moved some strands into her eyesight to assess. It had been a while since she got her hair cut and the split ends plaguing her vision was proof of that. She made a sour face and released the strands from her fingertips so it could fall back into place.
"Yeah, okay. We can go to the salon. Hell, we can one up it. Let's go to a spa." She could use a good massage. As for food? She hadn't really eaten. She munched on a bag of chips she had brought with her to Bucky's, but that was about it. "Haven't had much. Some chips. You're still hungry after all that bacon?" She was smiling. She knew full well her friend's stomach was a bottomless pit. "I think there is a pizza place near the spa I'm thinking of. Up for a pizza?"