"Pfftt," she echoed and then did it again, liking the way her mouth felt around the word "Pfffffffft!"
"I know what groping is. I've been groped before and even done some quality gropage but thats none of your business. But I'm" and here she punctuated her word with a sharp poke at her on chest that caused her to furrow her brow. "a Ranven..a .. 'Claw and we know things. About everything."
She was warm, well on her way to being tipsy and there was an orange crate and spam sandwiches in her living room. Whilst it wasn't the most normal of Mondays for her, it was definatly one of the most fun. Or was that funnest? She knew she was in trouble when she couldn't conjugate. She loved conjugating.
To break the tension in her brain, she blew a raspberry.
"I'm cool. Not cold, but cool. Not ice cream cold. But then I'd be a pospicle. A Penny popsicle."