Annie wrinkled her nose, making sure to avoid the person of subject. "... Don't you think so?"

The two other, Mitchell and George looked at eachother and nodded heavily.

"Yeah, yeah..." Mitchell raised an eyebrow rather quizzically but George just shrugged, pushing the shopping cart ahead of him.

"Well, obviously they aren't the colours I'd pick, but you know.."

"Did we really have to go here? We've been bumping into people and listening to Annie talk about yellow and blue for at least-" He glanced at George's watch, "-twenty-five minutes."

The ghost next to him prentended to look offended, desperately trying to come up with a clever answer. "Well,- You've got an eternity so I think you can spare a few more." She nodded once. Satisfied with the reply, or lack of, Annie intertwined her fingers, resting her hands against her lower abdomen.

"George!" The vampire jerked his head to the side, sounding like a child; Admitted, George wasn't that happy about the trip either but hey, it had been necessary and there was the promise of food at the end of the trip in the restaurant.

"I'm sorry, Mitchell. You'll have to sit through this one." George shrugged, pushing his glasses back on his nose with his index finger.

"Oh! Oh!" Annie beamed; She had thought of a good joke herself. She pushed the little plastic seat in the cart back. "And if you get really tired, you can also literally sit through it." She gave her boys a big fat wink, only causing Mitchell to sigh, averting his head to the side and making George stretch his lips, tugging the corners down and his eyebrows raised.

"Good one."

Annie shrugged her shoulders, a shy yet big grin on her face. "Thank you, George."

"Yeah, no problem."

"Chips? Really? In the middle of a shop?" The three of them had sat down at a table, George and Mitchell behind a plate with fries and Swedish meatballs while Annie was keeping an eye on the shopping cart, which she had filled with pillows, lamps and other trinkets; She was taking her job very seriously. Well, George had filled them because even for Ikea, flying rugs would be slightly weird.

"Yes. Chips. It's part of the appeal." George nodded once, sticking a chip in his mouth.

"What appeal...?" Mitchell mumbled before speaking out loud. "We drove all this way for chips and pillows?"

With a raised finger, accusingly pointing at Mitchell, Annie spoke sternly to correct him. "And lamps. Mind you, you needed a new one after-" She shifted somewhat uncomfortably in her seat. "-you know..."

The vampire stared at her, shook his head and dropped the chips back on the plate.

"Okay, so we've got-" Annie was rather excited over the new little stuff she could place in the house; They had even got some new, apparently 'stylish' mugs. They were back home on the infamous sofa, the boys had their hands wrapped around the mugs filled with hot beverages made by Annie herself who was now showing what they had bought. She raised a pink, rather fluffy pillow.

Mitchell stretched out a hand, pointing at it. "We were there when you- we bought it! And really? Pink? They think it's just George and myself, you know..."

George just nudged his best friend with his elbow, received a glare from him and complimented Annie on her taste.

She gave Mitchell a look in reteurn. "See? It was a good day."

The vampire uttered an annoyed groan and dropped his chin onto his chest.
He'd rather be staked a thousand times than go back there.