Not "we"! [ She pokes again. Apparently poking has become their main form of communication. ] It was all you! You planned everything!

[ Because she asked him to do that... ]

And now I have no choice but to do it, because otherwise, you'll be totally grumpy, and that's bad!

[ Seriously... ]

I'm going to get ready. [ Huff! ] And don't go touching your junk while I'm doing it. You're not ruining my stuff with your alien spike jizz!

[ Seriously......

Triumphant, she tosses more fruit into her mouth, then lifts her chin and strolls back into her room. Shockingly, it doesn't take her much time to get ready after that bout of dumb. Part of it is not having to wash her mounds of hair, but also...well, she's excited, okay? He doesn't need to know that!

(Mostly, she doesn't want to be around when housekeeping comes in and sees the broken bed. That's an awkward conversation she's not ready for.)

She's nibbling on another cookie when she wanders out to him, surprisingly not in a dress today. It's a comfy tee and leggings sort of day. If they're going to be getting down and dirty with a bunch of animals, a dress might make that a tad bit difficult. ]

Well? Were you a good bot~?

[ No matter what he got up to in her absence, she'll ask that. It'll probably annoy him, and it's what he deserves. ]