"Well, there are certain allowances that come with being human," she replied. "Namely that you're going to fuck up eventually anyway, may as well forgive it in advance to save time. Therefore; you're forgiven," Avery paused a moment, looking thoughtful as she idly swung her golf club. "Unless it's something truly unforgivable, like wearing socks with sandals."
The vases were likely generations old and cost thousands but now they were nothing more than satisfying piles of glittering rubbish. It made her heart sing. Well, smile at the very least. These vases were something from a bygone era and destroying them was more cathartic than she could express. "Not nearly enough flare," she teased. "But still entertaining; I give it a five out of ten."
Avery tried hard not to smile at Isaac's fish face and failed. "I'm almost embarrassed for you, mate," she quipped, shaking her head. "And those people were called pescatarians and they were just as daft. University roommate was one, she was a proper moron." She shook her head at the memory of the girl, wondered vaguely in the back of her mind if she were alive and promptly raised her golf club over her head and brought it down a small, glass side table.