always cleans up after herself..usually.

glares at her. "Then why are your muddy boots on the carpet? You can take your bra off the sofa too while you're at it."

shrugs. "Cause they're on the carpet. What's wrong with my bra on the sofa? I'm not seeing a problem here, West.."

pinches the bridge of his nose. "Sofas" he says distinctly "do not wear bras. Put it away or I will throw it out." He didn't really want_

to touch her underwear, but if it made a point...

he's crazy "Why would you throw out a perfectly good bra? It's the nice lacy one too!" She goes over, tracking even more mud across the _

_carpet and picking up her bra, holding it up for him to see. "How heartless is it to throw away a perfectly good bra? You know how hard_

_it is to find my size? Seriously?"