"Eh, you kind of are though. And I don't buy that your feelings are hurt in the slightest, so knock it off with the face." Her own expression was much more childish in response. "Well I should hope so, I've always been honest with you about how lame you can be sometimes." The silliness melted off her face and Deb leveled him with a seriously unamused look. "Don't be an asshole, you're talking about one of my favorite people right now." She shook her head. "And you're acting like you're the only mess around here, which is ridiculous even for you. Sorry to burst your bubble, but you're not actually that special, Wy." Zero tolerance for him putting himself down, that's what she had.
And that reaction was exactly why it never got old to revert back to such a simple dig at him. Two words and she could pretty much always get him to stop poking at her. "Never gonna get off it." Now that was met with a smirk that was entirely too amused. "He wouldn't believe you for even a second," she pointed out. "He'll probably just laugh at you for getting riled up over having such a pretty mug." The look Deb aimed at him was doubtful. "What makes you think anyone would believe me even if I was willing to? Anyone who's dumb enough to think they need to be on a boat to catch a couple fish isn't going to listen to logic." Not to mention the obvious problem of most of the fishers being men, who would be even less likely to listen to her despite the fact that she knew all the best spots around the island.
"At least you don't get stuck doing shifts with one of the" -she paused to make sure Lily was still far enough away- "dickheads though, right?" She frowned slightly, "I don't have to tell you to avoid the crazy, do I? Anybody wants to put up that big of a fight, I say let them in and then tell someone else how sketchy they were." Let someone she didn't care about getting stabbed deal with them, that was her opinion. Scowling, Deb leaned forward so she could reach out and swat him on the shoulder. "Liar, I complain all the time about you leaving greasy finger prints on my glasses or smudges on the bar top." Rolling her eyes, "Pretty boys like you always look good cleaned up. You got any more bullshit you want to try and sell me?"
"Yeah, last time I talked to her what she had to say about you was far from complimentary." Quirking a grin that was entirely mocking, Deb held up a finger. "Hold on, hold on. Let me try to remember exactly how she put it." Taking on a higher pitch to her voice. "Geller, where's that mangy dog you call a friend at? You see him, you tell him it doesn't happen to everyone." Grinning full force at him. "But, I mean, it has been awhile so maybe she'll find humor in the situation now?" Definitely too much fun to poke fun at him, but she felt justified considering she'd been the one who'd sorta gotten yelled at.
"The waitress?" There could not have been more skepticism in her tone if she had tried. "Pretty sure you're batting two for two there on the girls who aren't gonna leave you a glowing review." The long pause to come up with a non-name that had followed him around with heart-eyes was suspicious though, and blue eyes narrowed at him. She might not know about what was going on between him and Kendall, but Deb knew him well enough that she wasn't buy it at face value.
Luckily he was saved, at least momentarily, by the appearance of a tiny human popping up from around the other side of the boat. Who didn't even pause in her stride until she was standing right new to him and could tug on his sleeve with a crooked grin. "Hi, Wy!" Lily glanced behind her to make sure her dog had followed, which he had and was sitting behind her and thumping his tail loudly against the floor. "Booga and me picked up all them sheets that fell down," she assured. "So you wouldn't have to do it later, 'cause we knocked them down and all. But Booga was chasing his ball, and sometimes he's not very good at turning yet. Which Travie thinks is funny, 'cause sometimes he runs into the table when he's excited about his breakfast."
Deb watched her daughter rattle off excitedly at Wyatt with obvious amusement, making no effort to save him from the onslaught of information. That's what he got for always trying to wiggle out of babysitting.