Aubrey flicked her long auburn hair over her shoulder and attempted a haughty expression, her voice icy as she retorted. This in turn was negated by the twig replete with requisite leaf sticking out of her hair and the dark smudge across her cheek looking suspiciously like ash.
"Sal, I think you have deliberately forgotten the pretty ladies-maid.. Have you ever seen a rainbow inside?" She tried her best to imitate his pitch and manner. "Since when has setting fire to the tapestries been how you make a rainbow?"