"Romy's rizza!"  Scoob rolled upright again, nodding enthusiastically, his train of sarcastic non-compliments concerning the obvious surgical enhancements of Daphne's main competition forgotten.  Gastronomic gratification took proper precedence, after all.<br/><br/>As he gleefully trotted in place, impatiently waiting for his companions to stop blushing and trying not to gaze deeply into each other's eyes...hey, wait a sec.  He calmed down a little and took another look at the situation.  Then sniffed the air carefully.  And sniggered softly.<br/><br/>"Ruh roh!"<br/><br/>Then he headed for the front door in a hurry, not wanting to answer any questions from either woman right at that moment (and also avoiding the temptation to 'accidentally' press his cold nose against Daphne's bare thighs).