Just as she had each morning over the past week, Natalie was perched on the kitchen counter sipping her coffee while engaged in a staring contest with dear old Gracy. It was practically ritualistic for them to partake in a battle of wills whenever they were in the same room. Each time, Natalie would leave the room smiling while Grace was purple in the face and growling. Once Grace had realized that she wasn't going to scare Natalie off, she had taken to simply insulting her and generally being difficult. In truth, Natalie found the whole thing just as entertaining as everyone else did. As usual, they were all eating quietly as they waited for the verbal spar to begin.
"What are you looking at, hussy?" Grace finally spat.
"I haven't figured that out yet."
Huffing, Grace drank down more of her weird green herbal tea. "I hope you're not getting comfortable, you won't be here for much longer."
"So you've said. Repeatedly."
