"I will, thanks." Said with a snort. "If it works, maybe you can sell half this stuff on ebay and make a killing since it would be useless." Now she's just running with it. (Constantly giving him a headache since day one, yep.) Anyway, now that she's been mostly distracted from her plans to draw, she sets her artist's tools aside and goes to break open a bottle of The Good Shit, pouring herself a generous serving.