Oh, this notebook on her face thing was bordering on abuse, she swears. She look a look, and threw it backwards, not hard or anything, just with enough force behind it so that it might make a nice 'smack' when Shiro tried to catch it. And her picture conveyed some of that feeling, she thought.
"Have you ever heard yourself speak when you've got a couple of glasses in you? You wax poetical, and complain a lot more frequently, and are just generally touchy. Next time I should bring a tape recorder, just so I have the definitive proof."
Jubilee reached for the bag of largely neglected marshmallows, and took a handful. "Also, mansion gossip? Is your friend. I believe the flowers are of the white-orange-yellow variety. Warm tones, basically. It's so handy having a personal fireworks generator around - you should do the shiny things at my wedding too."