Sweetie. What a grating, obnoxious word. However, it tended to be even more grotesque when used in the proper context so she much preferred being addressed as such in a sarcastic manner, if at all. "Logic. Logic is what prevents us from seeing eye to eye. You make absolutely no sense except in regard to the butterfly effect which I do, in fact, know about so don't even try to condescend to me." Lisa said, tone still even, eyes on her book. That was until she leaned over - leaned over onto her book - and the scowl that resulted from it was very fierce.
"I get it. You're rebellious, you think outside the box. You're entire look announces that to the world. Your combat boots despite the fact that they're completely unnecessary and you've never fought in a war, whistling rebel music like the Clash, purposely trying to annoy me. But I've already got you figured out - so ramble all you want - just get. off. my. book." Lisa said, voice still cool though there was rage thinly veiled behind it.