"Alright, if I'm actually wanted, I'll stay. Besides, those pies are smelling mighty good..." Jess tosses her purse to the couch and steps back over to the kitchen.
"Atta girl." Robert reaches over and gives her a sharp pat on the behind, smirking as only a pig-man could.
"Oh!" Jess gasps in surprise, before smiling. "Why, you cheeky son of a gun..."
"Well, I'm feeling a bit frisky. What can I say?" He shrugs his shoulders.
DING!
"Ah, there's our food." Mary says, slipping oven mitts onto her hoof-like hands and pulling the tray of pies out. "Eat now, sex later. How does that sound?"
"Sounds like the best idea I've ever heard." Robert answers, eagerly taking a pie as it cools down enough to touch and devouring it messily.
Jess and Mary follow suit.