Thoughtless

'Ever stopped to think…and forget to start again?'

Dorothy burst out laughing.

Perfectly pink-painted lips twisting up in a moue of distaste at the sight of the bumper sticker in her perfectly pink-manicured hands, Relena said, "I have no earthly idea how to respond to this…accusation."

Dorothy hid her snickers behind her hand. "You don't mean to say that you've never engaged in a cognitive activity of any kind…do you?" she asked leadingly, doing her best to stifle her mirth – and failing, miserably.

Relena flushed darkly. "That's not what I meant to imply," she said with strangled dignity – preferably with Dorothy being the victim of said strangulation. "What I meant was that I can't deny this, because then that would imply that I've never stopped to think." She growled under her breath – sounding more like a pissed off Rottweiler than the pampered pink pacifist poodle she appeared to be – and ripped the piece of sticky-backed paper cleanly in two.

Eyeing the destruction of the bumper sticker with thinly-veiled amusement, Dorothy finally managed to quiet her chuckles. "So what are you going to do now?" she asked. She bit her lip to keep from smirking at the sight her boss made.

Closing her eyes and leaning back in her specially ordered pink-upholstered swiveling desk chair, Relena let out a long breath of air, more a release of tension than an actual sigh. Opening her eyes once more, she turned to her press secretary, a downtrodden expression on her normally smiling face. "What can I do? Retaliation goes against my pacifist beliefs."

Inwardly snorting at the thought of insulting someone being taken as an act of war, Dorothy nonetheless knew when to pick her moments. There'd never be a more perfect one for her to broach the beginning of one of her personal pet projects – Makeover Relena. Eyes focused on her boss, Dorothy said, "I think that perhaps you should try and make whomever it was who sent you this–"

"It was either Wufei or Duo; they're the only ones who haven't hit anyone recently," Relena supplied.

Dorothy nodded and continued, "–and make those two eat their words."

Relena blinked, brow furrowing into a frown. "And how would I go about doing that?"

Clearing her throat, Dorothy said delicately, "I think that you should give up the pink."

"Pink?" Relena repeated, uncomprehending.

Dorothy nodded. "It makes you look…young. Which isn't the kind of image you want to project. You are a competent young woman who can take on the whole Earth Sphere, but you don't look like it."

Taking a look around her office – which, while it wasn't overly pink, was possessed of a soft gray carpet which contrasted nicely with the blush-colored walls; chairs and a couch in a matching pink and silver brocade gracing the floors – and at herself – she was clothed in a pink pants suit, which was, even to her tastes, a bit too…bright – Relena realized Dorothy was right.

The limo gets repainted at the first opportunity, she decided. And I get a decorator in here on Monday. Blue sounds nice. But right now…

"Want to go shopping?" the Vice Foreign Minster asked, picking up her keys and purse.

Dorothy grinned. "Now that's a good thought."