"The talkin' bit might be difficult but I think I can manage those three." Because the only way she could ever be considered quiet is in comparison to him during a particularly intense rambling session and as mentioned a time or two, her rambling, both internally and externally, seems to be getting worse the more time she spends with him.

She tilts her head, furrowing her brow a bit at him. "You've got more descriptors of me than pink and yellow? Could just go all pink, you know. Didn't seem to mind that one day." Nah, she wouldn't, not for more than a wig and a gag.