Her eyes narrowed slightly, "Look not that I'm some kinda obvious genius when it comes to who's good and who's not." Obviously. "But shut the fuck up with all that not that good nonsense. And the word dreadful. A: No one says shit like that anymore, and B: You're not. So cut that shit out." Apparently she wasn't taking no for an answer so she just kind of glared and blew out more smoke. "I'm not talking about like frilly aprons, Wes. Come on," she laughed some. "I mean y'know.. regular ones that say Kiss Me I'm A Watcher or whatever on them."
Maybe she should have got an ashtray. "Stop apologizing. Christ, it's just me. There ain't nothin to be sorry for. I get it, bein stuck in a house full of fucking teenagers and B. That's enough to make you wanna slit your wrists. I dunno how you put up with all that Angel shit. God love him but I wouldn't wanna live with him."
She couldn't help but nudge him playfully, "Aw Wes I missed you too."