[She's not in a bad mood. She sees Natalie walk in wearing her jammies and get a soda from the fridge before going home. She fucking hates her. Gwen texts to ask if they could come over for dinner and Lorraine switches off her phone. She has a lot to be stressed about, Evan and Phase are in the hospital, Oz's friend is always here, she's fucking swollen and can't fucking sleep and Kitty wrote her telling her that she saw Stark with "some tall bitch" AKA Pepper because every fucking version of every guy she ever liked has a fucking tall soulmate and Oz's is drinking her fucking soda.

She's not mad about it. She sees Oz walk in and suddenly everything's okay. She's happy, not stressed. Never stressed when Oz is here. He grabs some food off the serving plate and she snaps at him]
Can you not ruin my dinner? Maybe? Like seriously. [She didn't even care about the fact that he took some food, he always does, but now she has to run with it. She runs her hands through her hair and takes off the oven glove] No, you know what, you got it. You finish. I'm done.