I Need This

"Weiss, put that back."

"What about this one?"

Blake looks over from the map she's analyzing. A small smirk begins in the corner of her mouth.

"Do you even know what that is?"

"Of course I do." Weiss spins the object and turns it over in her hand. "It's a pointy hammer."

Walking over and freeing the object from her grasp, she taps Weiss on the end of her nose with her free hand.

"This is a meat tenderizer, not a hammer." Tossing it back down where Weiss had found it, Blake grabs Weiss' hand and pulls her down the pathway.

"Would you please just tell me what we came here to buy? So I won't have to keep guessing?"

"It's a secret. And I really just like wandering around in here."

"What's so great about this place anyways? Everyone is obsessed with it. The furniture isn't even that amazing."

"IKEA isn't about the quality of the furniture, Weiss. It's about the experience." Blake waves her hand out in front of them like she's the spokeswoman for an advertising agency.

"Whatever you say. This place just looks like a blackhole of self assembly."

"You definitely aren't wrong about that."

They wander hand in hand throughout the different sections of the gigantic building. Weiss making comments about the size of the rooms and quality of their contents that speak more to her privilege than to IKEA.

"I don't understand how someone could possibly live in a space this small." She looks to Blake, concern present in her furrowed brow. "How can you prepare your meals, sleep and just live all in one tiny space?"

"Not everyone grew up like us Weiss." Blake says as she runs her hands over the fabric on the couch beside her. "We were, and still are, very fortunate."

"Very true." Weiss says as her eyes catch something across the showroom floor and she walks out of the tiny display room.

"See something you like?" Blake asks, knowing that it's a highly unlikely situation.

"Not exactly." Leaning over and picking an odd looking throw pillow out of a mesh wire bin in the aisle. "Who in their right mind would have this in their home?"

Weiss stands there holding a heart shaped red pillow. To make it worse, the heart has arms that reach out like it's trying to hug you.

"I honestly don't know." Weiss is looking so inquisitively at the pillow in her hands that Blake can't help but smile. "If you feel like we need that, we can get one."

"Oh no. Absolutely not. That thing is not welcome in our home. It's too creepy." Rapidly shaking her head back and forth before tossing the forsaken pillow back into the bin.

They've made it nearly all the way through the entire warehouse, Blake had still not picked up whatever item it was she had brought them there for.

"Oh, look at this." She waves Weiss over to look at the tiny little couch resting on the end of the aisle. "You should sit on it."

"Why would they make such a thing? Its ridiculously tiny." Looking down on it, she guesses that she could probably sit on it comfortably, but it was too low to the ground.

"What are you doing?" Blake ask, trying not to laugh as Weiss holds out her handbag for Blake to take as she makes her attempt to sit on this tiny couch.

"I'm going to have a seat. Obviously." As she suspected, the couch was just wide enough for her to sit, resting her arms on the ends of the couch. "I still don't get the point of this tiny furniture. But it is somewhat comfortable."

"It's a pet couch, Weiss. We are in the pet section." Even though she's almost doubled over from laughter, she still holds her hand out to help Weiss stand back up.

"Well, any animal would be lucky to rest upon such a thing. And for only fifty dollars? A total steal." Taking her bag back, joining in on Blake's laughter.

Once they made it to the wall decor section, it was Blake's turn to wander and look at everything in amusement. Weiss quietly in tow.

"This cityscape is pretty cool looking. It's canvas too." Running her hands over the art, verifying her suspicion. "Which is kinda neat."

"It is pretty neat, but if you want to see that, all you have to do is look out the windows. We don't need a canvas for that." Weiss says matter of factly.

"I know that. I was just saying." Shrugging her shoulders and moving on.

"Oh my word." Blake feels a small tug on her hand before Weiss lets go and makes a break for it. "I'll be back."

Watching as she scurries off towards the rug section Blake decides to have a seat and rock back and forth in the most comfy looking chair she can find. Closing her eyes, she notices the homey smell wafting through the air. Remembering what brought her here in the first place. Blake gets up and looks around for Weiss before spotting her, holding a very unexpected item.

"Weiss, whatcha got there?"

"Blake, I need this." Clutching the hideous item to her chest.

"Um, you do know what that is, right?" Blake asks, face scrunched up, displeased.

"Of course I do. And I love it. We have to get it."

"Are you serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You want a bright blue furry sheepskin rug?" Disbelief plastered across Blake's face.

"And you don't?"

"No, not really."

"Well, I'm buying it." Sticking up her nose Weiss begins to make her way towards the checkout area ahead of them.

"That's fine. But it's going in your office." Rolling her eyes and following along behind Weiss.

"We have to buy at least one thing, since you brought me here under the pretense that you actually needed something from here."

"Oh I do. Don't worry." Blake watches as Weiss pays on ungodly amount for the tacky blue furry mess.

"I don't see you buying anything."

"Well then come on, so we can get what I came here for."

Blake leads them towards the concession area near the exit doors and takes her place in the line to wait.

"You brought us here for food?" The incredulousness clear in Weiss' voice.

"They have the best cinnamon rolls ever." She said it like it was common knowledge.

"Only you would do such a thing." Rolling her eyes at Blake as she pays for the desserts and turns back to face Weiss, a huge smile on her face.

"Come on, get your ugly blue rug and let's go home."

"Can I have one of those when we get home?" Weiss asks, gesturing to the tray of desserts Blake is carrying.

"I guess so, but only if I never have to see that atrocity ever again." Eyeing the rug in Weiss' arms.

Weiss laughs as she places the bright blue rug into the back of the car and they drive home.