The Trouble with Aprons

"Pink."

"No way."

"Then rose."

"That's the same thing."

"No, you see, this one is a darker shade."

"No, Usagi-san, that's the same colour. It's darker because it's in the shadows." I was beginning to get a little annoyed.

"What's wrong with pink? It's a lovely colour." He pouted.

"Pink is for girls. I'm a boy. If the yellow apron back home didn't burn because of your stupid mistake in the kitchen, I wouldn't even be here." I know that was a little harsh, but after what he had did in the kitchen, I had every right to lash out at him.

"Then blue, that's neutral."

"…Usagi-san, that has ruffles."

"Yes, so? Ruffles are lovely additions."

"You know what? I'm going to go pick it myself."

"All right, fine. I'll go do some shopping, and I'll meet up with you at the carpark later, okay?"

I was a little surprised at his willingness to let me go. He never backs down so easily. It made me feel suspicious. But when a chance is dangling in front of you, you don't just let it go.

"Fine, I'll meet you there."

**

"…Usagi-san, what is this?"

"Just the result of my scourge through the shop."

"…They're all aprons."

"Yes, they are."

"They're also all very fancy, expensive silk aprons."

"Yes, they're not too bad, are they?"

"Usagi-san, you burned one apron. I only need one cooking apron to replace the burned one. Not…" I took a minute to count them. Then gave up. "..not this many."

"Whoever said it was for cooking?"