"No," she replied honestly. "My patience just failed. A girl could get grey waiting for you to pay a visit." Knuckles on hips the scruffy redhead put on her best mommy voice, "And when is the last time you called your mother? She worries you know." Hazel eyes peered from beneath rusty brows with a playful wag of a finger.
"Not really," the spritely girl confessed with a smile. "I just have more wranglers now." Giggles poured from a shaking head as she nuzzled her scalp against the affectionate gesture. Very few people in this world could fluff her hair and get away with it. And Amanda loved excersizing her exclusive rights. Strangely enough it felt really good to be ruffled.
Zoe laughed at the exagerrated accent. Slim frame swiveling the bard stretched out on the counter feet in the air propped on nothing in particular. Hands folded over her stomach ruby lips seemed to speak to cieling as she assumed the 'patient' role. "Well, doctor, I have been feeling a little strange." Head tilted towards the slayer her gaze darted this way and that immitating shyness. "Mostly around my girlfriend," she confessed on a hushed whisper.