[She knows it's written into him, as much as what she is, is written into her. She doesn't try to scold him for it or focus on the obvious embarrassment that flares for a moment. She only gives him another little smile, one that says she doesn't mind a giving a few words to try to slow the flood of his green if it pops up in their conversation. But mostly, she leaves it to him. Her smile shifts into a gasp of fake outrage as she snatches her hand back to avoid his teeth. It only lasts a second before she makes a face at him again.] No zombies. [The repetition is delivered with a decisive nod. She takes the dishes from him once they're dry, setting them on the counter on the other side of where she's sitting.]
Be careful you don't over-estimate your charm, there. [Another smile angled over at him.] Like you said, I'm different than my siblings.