[Rolling her eyes, she laughs before leaning in, batting her lashes exaggeratedly, upping the pitch of her voice.]

Well, you know, us girls lay around in our underwear eating ice cream and talking about boys all the time so I spend hours going about the handsome, charming god that strolled into my life. So fine and so dazzling, I can't get enough of him.

[Snorting, unable to keep up appearances, she shakes her head, returning to her regular tone as she pinches at his cheeks.]

That you're my friend. And to excuse anything weird you might do cause that's normal. But that you're a decent cook so it's worth keeping you around.