[she'd be the first to admit (only to herself) that this is kind of, sort of, maybe a little petty. Especially since nothing happened and nobody else saw. Holding onto her annoyance would be counterproductive but. When else is she going to get a chance like this? There's no way she can let you leave with smeared nail polish, that's for sure - it rankles even more than leaving one hand entirely undone. And while she's at it, she might as well finish up the task in its entirety, right?
With a pronounced sigh, she swipes a bottle of acetone and some cotton balls and sets to work again. Any pretenses at continuing anger ebb away the longer she works and by the time she's done, all is clearly forgiven and mostly forgotten.
Screwing the cap back on the bottle, she flicks a glance across your perfectly manicured nails and the corner of her mouth turns upwards in amusement.] There. Now you're all pretty.
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With a pronounced sigh, she swipes a bottle of acetone and some cotton balls and sets to work again. Any pretenses at continuing anger ebb away the longer she works and by the time she's done, all is clearly forgiven and mostly forgotten.
Screwing the cap back on the bottle, she flicks a glance across your perfectly manicured nails and the corner of her mouth turns upwards in amusement.] There. Now you're all pretty.
[it'll go super well with their sparkling]