Tilting her head. Just enough so it's not clear if she's pulling away or giving up more of her chin.
"You know, if you think I'm so ugly that you don't want me to be your phone background, you can just say so."
Catching it with her whip.
“Babe. I average like three hours a day on this thing. I never even bothered to change the Lock Screen.”
Putting a hand on her cheek, looking longingly into her eyes.
"You KNOW art? So you're saying I'm not as pretty as art?"
Angry face. Throwing the phone — with a web cushion around it so as not to actually damage it.
"So you just hate me, then?"
The most adorable, frustrated puppy dog eyes you've ever seen. She's not actually that upset, but she's definitely going to play like she is.
"Babe. What is this."