...I said.
The Sparkly One was sitting behind me in The Motor our visit to That Place having resulted in a haul of flat pack self assembly home furniture sufficiently long that the car's interior seating required that configuration.
She had applied some gloss (make-up rather than woodwork) and, catching my attention in the rear view mirror (whilst proceeding safely down the highway), remarked:
"I've made my lips luscious for you."
She pouted demonstratively.
I blinked (checking road conditions, speed, etc) and commented as noted above.
"This one does," she replied happily.
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