How many times had Katchoo said something like that -- though maybe not that obvious -- and Francine rolled her eyes and gone on bitching about how she looked like a corn-fed cow? She hadn't kept count, but Francine would lay odds on all of them being a fairly accurate guess.

"Um." What did you say to that besides well, guess I don't have to use the blusher after all and huh, was it this hot in here a minute ago? "Thank you."