[ She doesn't protest, but she does make an annoyed face when he plants an unexpectedly chaste kiss on. She wipes her hands on the front of the sweatshirt. ]

And you're just fucking Male Martha Stewart, aren't you?

[ There's no malice in how she says it. If anything it's punctuated with the slightest bit of affection. ]

For the record I can cook just fine. My stupid sisters are fat and alive, aren't they? They didn't come out of the womb knowing how to use a stove.

[ And with that she wanders out of the room and towards the kitchen, yelling down the hallway as she does so he can hear her. ]

If you find my underwear in those sheets bring them with you!

[ A long shot, because she's pretty sure they were gone before she ever stepped foot into his bedroom. ]