She batted her lashes at him, those compelling feather dusters, and wiggled fingers to beckon her pirate further into the bathroom. Wendy always liked the tub at James's house much more than her own - for one thing, it was bigger, and much more luxurious. For another, he usually had a greater selection of bath bombs. It was highly possible that her boyfriend had better bath product taste than she did.
Bless him.
"Come here, pull up a seat I suppose," she quipped because the only place to really sit was the toilet - ha, she was hilarious. "I just wanted to tell you something, is all."