Veronica knew better, smirked over at him with a little shrug. "Well you know that was all Dick's fault anyway. All his 'walk' policies, he corrupted your almost reformed, sweet little brain." Had to smile a little to herself, remembering the way they'd joke about her reforming him. "Least you're not on a leash now, though. If Dick shows up we can yall go to the naked lady bars!"
Okay Veronica, stop bordering bitchy. She looked at him and met his gaze a brief second before looking at her lap. So. .apologize? I didn't mean to be quite a ruthless brat about you screwing my arch nemesis? Veronica looked at him again, cleared her throat and responded in a slightly meeker tone. "Well only if you'll match a pink one. Real men wear pink, ya know." And then it came out, like word vomit. She had no idea why she said it, but there it was. "I'm sorry."