”Geez, so picky.” She huffed, crossing her arms under her chest. “Aw~ You think I’m pretty~” She called in a sing song voice. “And it’s not judge-y, this is it’s natural default.”
“Of course I think that you’re pretty, chère.” Peri said, rolling her eyes. “It’d take complete vision loss for someone not to.” She grinned as her shoulders rose and fell. “It’s a little judge-y, but don’t worry. I’m afflicted with Resting Bitch Face too. We’re in this together.”