"...It must be really good." Laughing so much at you. In her head.

And then after silently smirking for a bit she'll just shrug, turning to the table to look for snacks. "You don't have to nice to me if you want. For one, I don't care and you attempts to be cruel are mostly stupid, and for two, you look like you're constipated right now, with these attempts. Nice doesn't suit you."