Vianna's jaw dropped yet again and her blue eyes narrowed at the young man that sat across the small rounded table. "That's not true! I'm not a sore loser, you-- you're just-- y'know, reverse psychology isn't going to work on me! You may call me the sore loser all you want, but I know the truth, Professor," said Vianna, her brows furrowed disapprovingly as she continued to eat her rigatoni a little more enthusiastically, fueled by the accusations she didn't appreciate (and had a hard time admitting were true).