[Perona bites back the response of "remove your arm?", by puffing up her cheeks in a beautifully childish display of sour grapes. This is insanity...she thought she was getting off easy this time, but looks like she'll have to smack lips yet again. At least she's a (grudgingly) willing participant this time around. And this guy isn't like some of the others she happened to kiss, either. He's kind of annoying, but at least he's handsome...]

Don't sound so excited about it. [Gross.] You're just as stuck as I am now, and you did me a favor earlier...so this is my repaying that favor.

[And then some, if you ask her. Perona still looks a little unhappy, but at least she can agree to do this when she knows there isn't another option that doesn't involve dismemberment. Sighing, she closes the distance, gives him a quick, judging look up and down, then presses her lips against this old guy's lips for a brief two seconds. If that doesn't satisfy the stupid plant, she'll blow it to pieces, points be damned.]