Leo
It might seem that someone's been economical with the truth: it's as likely that you weren't listening properly. Resolving misunderstandings seems to be the big theme. That could apply whilst shopping: you could find what you think you want, only to wish to exchange it for another size (or something more practical) later. The words of someone who's always canny whilst shopping could haunt you!
"Amy, no. I refuse. I'm not doing it," he whined, knowing already that his defeat was a forgone conclusion. He'd never been more embarrassed in his entire life, and that included all the times he'd been picked on before he met Sonic. It was mortifying.
This, of course, was the part where Amy morphed and became part ticking-time bomb, part stone-cold emotional sniper, gradually picking apart his resolve thread by metaphorical thread.
"Why not? It's not like you didn't know what you were getting into. I told you we were going shopping," she said.
"But not what for," he objected wearily. They were only at the first riposte and he was already tired.
"And besides, you're the only one I could have asked. Cream's busy helping Vanilla out around the house, and I can't track down any of the guys."
Looking back, that should have been a clue to him. If Sonic, Knuckles and Shadow couldn't be found, it usually meant that they'd fled, screaming, into the hills.
"Besides, Sonic did it. Why can't you?"
Yes, Sonic had done it. Once. He'd spent the next three weeks walking with a limp and jumping at small noises, and all because he hadn't quite kept his mouth shut. When Tails had asked, all he'd said was, "Never go shopping with Amy." Advice he would have done well to have taken.
Seeing that the fox's flagging resolve was still standing, Amy frowned and reached for her most persuasive argument. One that happened to be large, heavy, and a hammer. He sighed. She hadn't managed to breach his emotions, so she'd appealed to his intelligence. And his intelligence said that the smartest thing to do was whatever the hell she told him. He groaned, shut his eyes, and took up the stack of offending articles. Really, it had just been a combination of three simple factors.
Not listening to good advice.
Lingerie shopping.
And 'Only One Item In The Changing Room At Any One Time.'