"I will then, next time." perceiving that the crossing of his arms had meant he was aiming to somehow make fun of her, she intersected hers as well. The carnation pink waitressing uniform obscured by them save for a namesake.'"When I see them or hear them..." the black hearses of her eyes drove around a few devil curves of his haunted house, upward, downward, winding corners, nothing was around... all as slow as honey descending the wall of a coffin, she glanced back to him then.
"I'll tell them to bother you instead." her smile was somehow sinister, victorious, and sweet.