"Coulda sworn that said cupcakes," she answers his correction, not offended in the slightest.

Tess looks between him and the make over activity section, lips pressing together as she tilts her head and looks over his features. She's sure she could try to work something on him. Or not, she never cared for make up as a teenager and the same for after the outbreak.

"And you think 'cause I'm a woman that I'm born with a gift for it? I leave that shit to my stylist." All of this she says over her shoulder as she begins heading in that direction.

Brush on some mascara onto his lashes, add some blush to his cheeks - how hard could it be?