[ Why must he interrupt her insane ranting? Can't a girl just yell needlessly at a guy in peace? Be the scolded Great Dane and whine pitifully, then it'll make dragging him around by his collar feel soooo much better!

Er. That's just an inside thought. Don't worry about it. She's not into domination or anything!

Anyhow! If they hadn't been interrupted, she'd probably have shot back with Would you like it if I called you Speedofloss?! Or perhaps Speedobreaker, since that poor strip of fabric couldn't dare contend with a dick as giant as his. Alas, now they must suffer eating free food that's incredibly yummy, though it's a bit past her spice tolerance. Ow. Though she's going to try to ignore where the "hop" is coming from in his skewer... ]

Shut up, Ragnadork. I'd mess you up more than anyone else! [ An announcer would cry out about the man's family! ] Also? It's called suffering for beauty! This thing's too cute to take off!

[ He may notice she's pouting after eating a bit more. Showing concern for her well-being? So gross. She loves it. But being nice won't let him get off scot-free so easily! She's still incredibly annoyed! ]

I'd ask you to carry me to a chair if I didn't think you'd use it as an excuse to nearly see my starfish again. Hmph.

[ And with the snootiest hair flip ever, she stomps away and heads to the nearest chairs to sit. Well, "stomps" is a strong word. It's like watching someone try to be angry while walking through marshmallow fluff. Each soft, tiny thud is positively adorable. Once she finally sits, she takes off the jacket. It's not because he suggested it! It's because she doesn't have to look as cute while sitting!

When he joins her, she'll finally seize her opportunity. ]

Ballfloss!

[ Because the Speedo would get pulled too tight from all the junk it had to contain. Or something. ]