Tatum reached out, scratching under Franklin's chin as Sam scratched his ears. "I hear that, but I've smelled dog food and I'm not sure I can deal," she laughed back.
She didn't move away from the arms around her, scooting in closer in fact and getting comfortable again. Her eyes were on the tv, and she didn't break her gaze as she spoke. "I'd still rather kiss Franklin than Mackenzie Dubinsky," she murmured. The blonde girl hadn't harassed her this weekend, probably due to Sera's request on the matter, but the party was still fresh in her mind. She scowled. "Idiot.."