(With rowdy, casual pride. Chatting, trying to make her wife laugh... but then sees an unwelcome guest.) "I’m the best chef in this whole damn house! Well, second-best. But he’s not here, so you get me. So who’s coming to dinner…? Oh. Well, look who finally showed up."

(Firm, knowing, trying to be a voice of reason, talking her wife through a moment of overwhelming guilt.) “Don't act like he's wrong for wanting your forgiveness. You don't think it'll mean anything? Fine. But you can't decide what it means to him.”

(Blunt exasperation. Cares for her wife and friend, but knows they're stuck in their own heads.) “You two seriously need to meet some people who you haven't saved or been saved by. People you aren't tied to by crazy magic or lifelong vows.”