"Don't imagine." Gently mortified, that, and now it's Red who has her hand over her forehead and slowly drags it down her face. "Now next time you're having a moment you'll think of cows! It'll ruin the moment and then you'll blame me." Except this line of conversation does seem in danger of inviting certain thoughts, ans Red just rests her elbows on the table and presses her face into her hands, despite potential feline retaliation. "This is terrible."

Mumbled, still through her hands, "thanks about the poultices."