Send me one for my muse’s reaction

         ”I know!” She exlaimed. “And then she just threw a glass of water at his face— I mean the water, not the whole glass, and stormed out. I mean, over-reacting much?” A raised eyebrow, and she stuffed her mouth with more of the shared ice-cream they’ve had for dinner, crossing both of her legs at the couch, and she added, waving the spoon she licked. “And he wasn’t even at fault, it’s his freaking mother I tell you — such an evil witch, I hate her! God, this show couldn’t get any worse.”