"Well that was sort of my plan," Tatum admitted, laughing weakly and sticking her tongue out at the older girl. "Before you came along anyway.. but obviously y-you don't like kitties as much as me, so I guess I'll just have to settle for one lady and one kitty for now," she replied, finally climbing out of the car, locking the door behind her and making sure to slam it hard. It was sort of tricky when it wanted to be.
"I wouldn't s-say lazy.. she'd probably hate to be called any kind of lazy. But she d-does like the low maintenance pets, yes," the younger girl joked back. "I think a pet w-works wonders, I mean.. there's even like, p-psychology studies, y'know. Animals can r-really help people out," she explained, trailing off a bit as she watched her girlfriend snickering, furrowing her eyebrows at the taller girl.
"Do I even wanna know?" she asked rather sarcastically, as she rounded the other side of the vehicle and began to made her way up the sidewalk toward the shop, hands stuffed into her pockets. "I wanna say, preemptively, that you're gross.. probably. You only m-make that face when you're being gross."