"Kicked to the curb?" Roger asked, pouting nicely. "Aww Melly, you wound't do that to poor old me, would you?" He said as he finally let her go. He was loath to do so, but the more he looked down at Melinda the more he just wanted to close the distance between them, and quite frankly Roger wasn't entirely certain she wouldn't klick him out. She was really quite pretty, of course Mel had always been really lovely, it just wasn't worth ruining their friendship, no matter how lovely she was. Looking over her shoulders, Roger tried to peer at the frying pan. "What're oyu making?"