Ella va a su bola

I'm going to murder you. <3

Isabel blinks a few times at him after the kiss and then smiles lovingly. "Mmm..." She nods and clunks over the sink to spit. Some of course gets stuck to her lower lip and she struggles to get it gone while the top of her head bonks up against the mirror. She looks around from this awkward position and feels for something to wipe her mouth with. Her hand, with it's long, sharp red nails, finds a handful of fabric at the bottom of João's shirt and tugs it upwards. No... that's not going to work. "Hmmm..."

Ohhh poor thing!! What a tragedy!! [She understands, truly. She frowns and tries real hard to think of a way to help but sadly nothing comes to mind.] Store-bought will be fine. What about the sauce?

Ughhh fineeee. [groans and moves away from her, sitting up only slightly to reach for the water. She takes a sip but spills some onto the bed...] Aw man... ah well, it’s just water. [time to go back to hugging Leonor but now with a wet shirt!!]

[whines in response and rolls to hug onto her.] That water has been sitting there all night! It’s old now... :(

Oh, pasta! Now, where does a gourmet guy like you start when making pasta? Do you make the noodles yourself? What sauce were you thinking? [She’s talking very quickly, heading to the kitchen while smoothing out her clothes.] 

[She pushes back her hair and ties it up in a bun.] How embarrassing though! Ah, no no. Unless you are hungry? I can help cook!