[from S5E1]
Patsy takes a drag of her cigarette as she watches from her bed. Trixie is fussing with her tweezers, her nose almost touching the mirror.
"Trixie?" Patsy asks. Calm exhale.
"Yes?"
"I was wondering… might I borrow your hair rollers tomorrow?"
Trixie looks delighted at the prospect. "Of course you may! I'll show you how to get them absolutely right; it took me forever, learning from articles in Vogue. What's the occasion?"
"Nothing, really. I was just curious."
"Oh, you'll look marvellous," Trixie says, lighting a cigarette of her own and leaning in to appraise Patsy's face, "your enviable cheekbones, the length of your neck – you'll have men falling for you in the street."
"I'm not actually-"
"You know, I've been waiting for you to ask." Trixie pulls several boxes from under her bed and Patsy recoils at the noise of clinking metal. Trixie holds up a selection of tools that put Patsy in mind of childhood trips to the dentist.
Delia had better appreciate this.