Love, the more you call me that, the more I might want t'prove I'm the devil!

[Spoken over her shoulder as she leaves.

Seeing Rudy Too with a newspaper...it's a little odd, simply because she's never seen Rudy with one. But, eh.]

It's goin' well. You okay? If he took a beatin' did you... [Suffer the same? She left the question in the air, heading to the freezer to grab a ice cream.]

Want one? got enough t'split between you two.