Oh god, that argument. She hangs her head, groaning at the very memory of it coming to mind. She can remember 21, now cowering in the face of a bigger henchman, and 24, cowering behind the younger young man. But that passion-- he'd always had it, even then, as a little guy.

It was a fond memory, despite that.

"Their arguments are almost just as stupid. Who was hotter, Audrey Hepburn or Liz Taylor-- like I give a shit!" She throws her hands up in the air, blowing a frustrated breath from her nostrils. Kind of like a tiny dragon with coiffed hair.

A side-eye.

"I will watch your cig if you get me a beer."