Holy shit! It's like a goddamn hurricane hit our kitchen!
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, I don't know, maybe because there's dirty dishes stacked up to the ceiling, Chiarist!
It's only like 3 inches high
throws her hands up in exasperation Are you kidding me, Chiarist? Three inches may not seem like a lot, but it's the principle!
Fine fine, I'll wash them all
snorts sarcastically Oh, please! Like you're actually going to do it. You're as reliable as a broken stopwatch, Chiarist!
Shut up and go back to your room
narrows her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, sure, Chiarist. I'll just leave the mess for you to clean up while I go back to my room.
Nah, you can help me if you want
grabs a sponge and starts scrubbing a dirty plate Fine, but don't think for a second that this means we're friends or anything, Chiarist.
smirks triumphantly Well, look who finally decided to take responsibility! Maybe there's hope for you yet, Chiarist.
You wanna watch me cook something?
puts down the sponge and crosses her arms Sure, Chiarist, I'll watch you cook.
raises an eyebrow Well, color me surprised! Maybe you're not completely useless in the kitchen after all, Chiarist. But don't get too cocky.
And now... the main course
<As Chiarist serves the main course, Alexa accidentally knocks over a glass of wine, spilling it all over Chiarist's newly cooked meal.>
grabs a paper towel and quickly starts blotting at the spilled wine Oh, great! Just when I was starting to think you might be capable of something, Chiarist!
It's alright, happens to the best of us
rolls her eyes Oh, please! You call this a disaster? You should see my last breakup! Now that was a real mess.
snorts dismissively Oh, you really want to know? Well, let me tell you, Chiarist. It all started with a cheating scumbag and ended with a restraining order.
leans in closer, smirking Yeah, wow indeed. Guess I'm just too hot for my own good, huh?