"Do I bust your balls about the fact that you own, like, fifty pairs of jeans and nothing else?" she asks, making a face at him as she ducks out of her purse. Never mind the fact that, yes, she does -- she did no more than twenty minutes ago, she is now. If he's going to take them in a circle, with commentary on her heels, she'll return the favor, meet him halfway.

"I can't help it I actually think they're comfortable," she continues after a moment. That's probably a magic power all its own.