"Ooh, fancy." He threw his feet up on the coffee table and wiggled his toes. "What do you think? Should I get mine done? What goes with green? I was thinking maybe I could just bring in a Wite-Out pen and tell them to go to town."
He stuck out his tongue, in what he would call both an insult and an invitation. "And I knew because you're a brat. Besides, I know you pretty well by this point, and I'd like to say that I can read your tells when you're lying like a... thing that lies."