Tabitha gave him a slow leveling gaze in return-temporarily distracted from both her apple and the mouthwatering smell of the food Dante was cooking. "Oh ha-ha. I'll bomb your hair products pretty boy." With a patronizing bite Tabby tapped Jean-Paul on the temple. "I know where you sleep."
Watching Dante cook was almost too much for her 'throw it in and hope its delicious, and doesn't burst into flames' style of cooking so she amused herself by glaring at Jean-Paul and counting how long it would take him to comment.