[ She glares. No! Not happening! You can't gaslight the queen of gaslighting! ]

I heard it! You said it! [ After snatching her body wash out of the water, she gestures at him with it for emphasis as she loudly says each syllable. ] Mo! Ni! Muff! Ins! Right out of your robomouth!

[ Forgive the use of "robo," but...it flowed best! As she said: writer! ]

I told you you're a big softy inside! First you compare me to a sweet food, and now I find out you've read poetry! Which... [ Her head tilts. ] That's neat.

[ All right, consider her interested. Her head tilts a bit more as she begins washing herself, too. ]

I mostly write poetry myself. Did you have a favorite poet?