[ in her typical dramatic teenager manner, she exclaims an exaggerating groan with her head tossing back so far, it's amazing she didn't accidentally knock herself out cold
by hitting the table. ]

Uuuuuuggggh, Siiilllcooooo! — Come on, already! He hasn't done a single thing. And I mean physically.

[ roll her head back, she folds her arms over the top railing of the chair, with her chin resting along them. ]

Tell ya what: when I go out on a date with him, use that time to go on one with Richard. A win-win for everyone. Maybe go down to bone city with him or however you two, you know, do it. Don't give me the details, don't wanna know. Keep my innocent brain innocent.