Jan arrives home with scales covering 98% of her body, unable to even get the key out of her purse much less use it in the lock. Her fingers were claws.
We should never have mingled with their species.
She kicks the door by way of knocking, gouging it with her toe claws. For Jan, as he opens the door, the sight of his wife at first presents as deja vous. Then horror, then caring.
Oh baby look at you please come in... [looks at door] What...?
I should have paid cash for Hopinaskipina. It's not as painful as they say.
God you look like the Daughter of La Chama. Let me hide my shiny coins!
Heh that's cute Jan. How am I going to make dinner.
You're so old fashioned. Let me do it for once.
[Jan sighs and shakes her head, which causes the sounds of knuckles popping.]