"Looks like you're screwed then, I don't have any of those things for you to keep even." Her words were a little flatter than they should've been, but mostly kept the joking tone. Partly because she didn't think it was that funny, a little because she reminded herself of the obvious secret the two of them had been keeping.
Without hesitation she bobbed her head, because even annoyed Wyatt was like her brother and it was kinda her job to give him hell. "Especially you." The way Deb turned her nose up was almost entirely in jest. "Pretty sure you actually smell worst of all sometimes."
Realizing the blonde was looking meant she could see being flipped off too, so Deb added the gesture to her dirty look. "Yeah, not really sure about that right now. Maybe I'll make a new friend, one who's not suck a dick all the time."
Now that was met with a snort that was far from amused. "I stayed on subject, your sudden interest in what I'm wearing is weird. You sound like one of the kitchen bitches." Again her shoulders lifted up, on par with the obvious deflection. "Or something." It was clear she wasn't giving up this information very easily. Especially when she paused, turning slightly toward the other woman. Crossing her arms over her chest, she gave her an unimpressed look. "What's the deal with you and Wyatt?"