Wc: 305
"I've never worn a cardigan before."
"That's why you should try now."
"What's the point of having a sweater you can't close in the front?"
"The fashion, my darling."
"Mmm." Ginny sits down on the store bench, resisting rolling her eyes. As a child, she hadn't been shopping very often, and she had never grown fond of it in her adult years.
"Stop looking exasperated," Gabrielle says. "I have brought you out today to treat you."
"Your accent is coming back, Gabs." Ginny laughs. "Maybe it's you who's exasperated?"
"What is the point of having a girlfriend if she cannot appreciate good clothes?" Gabrielle plops down on the bench beside Ginny, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend.
"A cardigan is not good clothes. A cardigan is secretary clothes."
Gabrielle brushes a lock of hair out of Ginny's freckled face, and Ginny leans in, closing her eyes. "You do have a point," Gabrielle concedes.
"I'm kind of tired," says Ginny with a huff of laughter.
Groaning, Gabrielle lifts herself off the chair and back onto her aching feet,and Ginny soonfollows. "I am too, but you don't see me stopping."
"That's because the reward of shopping outweighs the pain," Ginny grumbles.
Gabrielle stretches a little, yawns, and looks at Ginny as if she hadn't said a word. "What did you say, my love?"
Ginny almost collapses back in the seat with exhaustion, but she remains standing with the power she has left. She didn't go through "Nothing.."
The look on Gabrielle's face is almost pleading. "I thought it'd be a good bonding experience."
"It was," Ginny says with a sigh, patting Gabrielle's shoulder. "For example, I haven't tried killing you yet."
A moment of consideration flickered across Gabrielle's face.
"Let's just go out to frozen yogurt."
"Sounds like a plan," Ginny said, breaking into a smile.