"Perfectly hygienic, pah!" Waving her hand in dismissal, Sexy follows his lead and fiddles with her own cup of tea herself. Only it's really not all that interesting, so she abandons it completely, pushing it from being before herself to in place toy at the napkin that was beneath the saucer. Of all the stupid things to distract her, sheesh. "Perhaps hygienic to a sponge."

Which were disgustingly unhygienic.

"Completely true!" she nodded, agreeing with him. But a shrug of her shoulders soon followed and her lips, still tugged in a smirk, grew wider so. "In some sense of the word in some galaxy in which said truth is not really a lie."