For the most part, Fraysong gets a bunch of scoffing noises of almost laughter from Terezi. She knows he's being ridiculous, and she's more than willing to play along with his snobby self-righteous bullshit. At least he's having fun for once, and not being a grump.

But then Sigma is excusing himself from the conversation. Terezi's a little disappointed, but they can't stand around in the hallway and chat forever. "You bet," she chimes back at him, grinning wide. "In the meantime, you don't have to worry. I'll keep this pretentious piece of shit in line." She raises up and tubs on Fraysong's ear for good measure.