"You're going to look so cute in this!" Carrie squeals.
She handed John the costume, the material of which seemed like nothing he would ever consider wearing in any other situation; but he was keen to satisfy Carrie. He held it up and let it unfold itself.
"A zebra? Why'd you pick that?"
"Because..." Carrie replied excitedly. She stretched out her own. "I'm going to be a lion! Isn't that cute?"
"How come you get to be the lion?" John complained. "Surely the guy should be the predator!"
Carrie's excitement turned to anger. "What are you saying? You're the dominant one in this relationship?!"
"Of course not honey," John retreated. "I'm sorry... let's try these on."
Her anger faded and she clapped hands excitedly. "There's a changing room in the back!"