[OH! Oh, that's a hug. For a second, she thought he was gonna get her in a headlock and mess up her hair for that punch. Hugs are better. She prefers hugs. Her arms wrap tightly around his waist and she gives him a squeeze like she hasn't seen him in forever.

Which... no, never mind, that's ridiculous. It just feels like forever because she bumped her head real hard and everything's still scrambled.]

You better be sorry. Don't wanna have to kick your ass in front of all your friends at your own party.

[She smiles up at him before pulling away and reaches up to smoosh his face between both of her hands.]

You are so scruffy, holy crap, you never heard of a razor? Your beard is almost bushier than Aunt Ludmilla's.