The gift Diabhal had for me was a beautiful weekender bag, a replacement for the one everyone hates and has tried to replace a few times over the years without succeeding. Part of the appeal of my favorite much-repaired exceedingly colorful carpet bag is that it's distinct and I don't leave it behind as such, it's loud enough that it calls out if I do.
Which is fine. I have a few very loud quirky things. I'm not a fashion person. I don't care for seasons or collections or whatever as long as it's comfortable or pretty, doesn't give me hives and works for what I need it for.
This is a Valentino Garavani travel bag. It's studded, it's black. It costs more than Ruth's tuition for the year and it's going back.
I could be a Valentino girl, hell, I am a Valentino girl any day when it comes to their dresses but this bag is not me. It looks like something Sophie would carry and I point that out to Caleb.
That isn't the point. The point is that it's well-made and will last a lifetime or two. I can return it, however.
Please.
He nods, slightly defeated but also well aware that if you spend a lot it should be for something someone adores and will cherish, not resent.
Stop trying to make me into her.
You always complain that you're not sophisticated. Wearing a furry pink coat and carrying a multicolor patchwork bag isn't helping your fight, that's all. I can find a name for you if you'd like to work with a stylist-
Wow.
(I say "Wow" from my current vantage point in Frozen-branded Disney pajamas. That are plush. And covered with Olaf. They were 60% off and a girl's large size that fits just fine.)
This was your issue, not mine. Honestly I kind of love the fact that you refuse to conform and then you step out in your dresses and blow everyone off the planet.
Eclectic.
Yes. The bag will go back. What do you need then?
I'm fine.
What do you want, then?
Seriously, I'm fine.
Christmas is only a few weeks away, Neamhchiontach.
Right. So just be nice. That's what I want. Keep being this. This is working.
I would like to spoil my girlfriend this Christmas.
Then let's eat Monte Cristos in bed and get drunk on good whiskey, and let's do that with Lochlan and everyone else too.
I don't think my bed is big enough for everyone.
That's okay, mine is.
