[tbblthhthtttt she makes fart noises with her mouth, very maturely.]

Those two dumbasses use up all of my vouchers, I swear. [she moves back into the room, flopping down to sit on the edge of the bed.]

If it's not [shitty zemnian accent:] Beauregard, I need vouchers for my spell components, it's [shitty irish accent:] Feck, Beau, my gold sword!