"Come on Becka, it'll be fun I promise!" Jean pleaded while holding her girlfriend's arm with both hands. Rebecka broke free of Jean's grasp while eyeing the store the younger girl was so desperate to go into: a newly opened store called Dreamweaver.
"You think wasting money on fake magic is fun?" Rebecka shot back. "We're just making enough to get by right now! I can't exactly model anymore with my scars and you don't make much at your store. We can't afford to indulge your whims right now." The busty redhead turned away from her friend and began walking towards their apartment but Jean grabbed her again before she could get far.
"How many times do I have to tell you it's real magic this time?! I even showed you that lipstick that changed my hair colour!" Jean gestured towards her long pink hair to emphasize her point.
"That would have worked better if you'd done it in front of me. Good job hiding the dye box where I couldn't find it by the way." Rebecka pulled free again and sighed. "Look, go in if you want but I'm going home to get dinner on. Just don't buy anything OK? We really can't afford it."
Jean looked like she was going to argue for a moment but then thought the better of it. "Fine Rebecka. I'll see you at home in a bit."
*At home*
Rebecka had just finished making dinner when Jean came in the door. "Mmm... smells great in here Becka what'didja make?" Rebecka poked her head around the kitchen corner to address Jean directly. "You can't recognize the smell of grilled cheese sandwiches with caramelized onions? We've been eating them often enough lately."
"I guess it should be familiar by now, maybe I just missed it because I'm excited! I think I found a solution to our money problems!" This brought Rebecka out from the kitchen.
"Oh really? It better not have anything to do with me letting you go into that store. I knew indulging you was a bad idea! Why can't you take me seriously when I say money is tight and why are you coming closer? Hey don't this isn't the time for a kiss! I'm ang..."