"Really?" Chat questioned, looking out the side window of his car at the store Ladybug had picked to shop at.
"THIS is where you want to shop? Are you sure?! I can take you anywhere!" Turning to look at Ladybug, sitting in the passenger seat of his car, he raised an eyebrow dubiously.
"Of course." she confirmed with a vehement nod. "According to the internet, it's cheap. And if your insisting on buying for me, then I insist on being cheap!"
Chat looked again at the big box chain store he was currently in the parking lot of.
Why did his Lady have to be so difficult about this?? He had said it was fine, didn't he? Had said that the money was no big deal right? Why couldn't she just accept that he could, and would, help her? Its not like he didn't have plenty of money.
Wait. Money.
Did she think he couldn't afford it? Even despite his assurances?? Was she just trying to be considerate? GAH!! Why does this need to be so hard?! I guess he should be thankful she wasn't trying to take advantage of him. Was that what she was trying to get across?!
Well, I guess if she wanted to play it that way, he could accept that. Nothing said he couldn't gift her random things he wanted for her. Nobody would refuse a gift, right?!
With his mind set on his plan, he sighed, to make it seem like he was giving up reluctantly.
"Fine," he agreed, bowing his head in defeat. He switches off his car and pocketed his keys as he lifted himself out of the car. Before he could go around to help Ladybug she was already standing on the pavement, swinging her door shut.
Reaching into his pocket, he clicked the lock button, and then swept his arm in a grand gesture, "After you, M'lady."
With a small giggle, she grabed Chats arm and pulled him along with her, keeping her arm linked with his all the way to the doors of the store.
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First thing, Ladybug made a beeline for the women's section, where she preceded to fill the cart she had grabbed with a dozen bright, candy colored shorts and capris. Next was a dozen various patterned tank tops and tshirts, followed by 2 sweaters, 2 packages of generic underwear and a package of socks.
She then dragged Chat to the shoe section where she picked out another pair of flip flops and 2 pairs of ballet flats, in black and pink.
While she insisted that was all, he dragged her along to pick out toiletries and shower stuff.
At the til, she still hemmed and hawed over the amount of money he was spending on her, but in reality, the total amount of all her purchases came out to less than a pair of pants from his Father's company.
Now, back at Chats place, the two of them were sprawled out on the couch.
"I can't believe I let you talk me into taking you to a chain store for clothes, M'Lady! My father would have a heart attack if he knew I'd been there!" he exclaimed.
"Oh poo," she waved her hand in his direction, not bothering to look at him from her reclined position. "Silly kitty, there is no way I would have bought as much if I went to some custom boutique. And I was NOT letting you spend a small fortune on me!"
Knowing there was, indeed, nothing he could have done to change her mind, it had been a good compuromise.
"Agree to disagree." Chat states. He would have gladly spent a fortune on her, if she had let him. "So bugaboo, on a different subject, what would you care to have for Supurr? We'll have to order in, as I don't have alot of actual food in the house."
"Aww, is my kitty fond of eating out??" Ladybug teased.
"Not really, but usually I end up working during mealtimes, and food is always provided." he admits in a rather bashful tone. Not wanting to get into how much he doesn't like modelling, even just the small amount he managed to dwindle it down to, he tried to lighten the mood. "That and I can't cook to save my life!" he stated matter of factly.
With a laugh, Ladybug sits up on the couch with a raised brow. "Is that your ploy to get me to teach you how to cook?! Because if it is, it needs some work!" she exclaimed jovially.
"I don't know. Do YOU even know how to cook?!" He asked with a thoughtful look on his face while staring at her.
"What kind of question is that?!" she scoffs. "Of course I know how to cook, kitty!"
He gave her a slightly perplexed look for a moment, wondering. How can she seem so certain? Is it one of those things the Dr said would be like walking or reading? You just KNOW.
"How do you KNOW you know??" he finally asked.
"What do you mean? I've been cooking for as long as I can remember." A frown began to form, "why are you questioning me like this?" she accused.
Sitting up himself, Chat gently takes her hands in both of his. "My Lady," he starts slowly, "your accident?"
He can tell when she picks up what he's saying. Her pretty mouth forms an O in understanding.
Then slowly, a smile blooms on her face. "I remembered." she says breathily.
"I remembered!" a bit louder.
Then, almost yelling, "I remembered!" excitedly.
"Ya you did!!" he agrees with a huge grin of his own.
"I dont know how I know, or what I know, I just have this feeling that I KNOW!" She exclaims, waving her hands frantically in her excitement.
"In that case M'Lady, we'll order in tonight, but tomorrow, we'll go grocery shopping and we'll find out exactly what you know!" he says decisively.
"Purrfect," Ladybug exclaims, taking a pun from Chat, and loving the sparkle that came into his eye and the grin on his face when she did.