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It wasn't terribly often that Priscilla Stratford had a companion to shop with that wasn't furry little Theodore, the sweetest candy prince to ever grace her handbag. Most other women tended to be viewed as potential competition as opposed to companions and if they weren't worthy enough to be considered potential competition, generally weren't worth her time.

Suri and Regan were two very different exceptions to this way of thinking, however.

Suri was neither competition nor companion, in Prissy's mind. She was some outdated, fussy, one-legged prude who could cook like no one's business but could also sour a party by simply presenting her face.

Regan, on the other hand, was a quiet, humble pretty thing who had absolutely no idea how gorgeous she really was -- or how to use that beauty to her advantage. Not exactly competition, definitely companion material.

Which was why Prissy was putting the finishing touches on her outfit, leaving her looking an array of white and pink as she made her way down the spiral staircase and towards the girl waiting for her in the foyer. Bright, pink colored lips grew into a grin as her purse was fastened higher on her shoulder, free arm moving out to collect Regan's as the older girl ushered her towards the door.

"We're going to have so much fun, you and I," she started in, barely getting in a greeting before bulldozing her way into the conversation, "Now, do you have your shopping list written out or are we playing this by ear?"

"I have a general idea in mind~" she chimed back smugly, manicured nails curling around the steering wheel. Pedestrians and animals alike whirled by in blurs as her pink convertible (top up, of course) zoomed through the streets of Destiny City and towards the shopping district she preferred over all of the others.

Prissy did have a small list, tucked away in the confines of her purse. Mostly for all the other people that didn't make the top five in her head - the important ones got priority when it came to her shopping spree, the others tending to get whatever she felt like getting them, when she even remembered to get them anything.

"I figure we'll tackle the main ones first, then worry about everything else -- and cocoa in between, yeah?"

Her question was more rhetorical than anything else, the car zipping into a nearby open spot and cutting off the poor person who'd attempted to signal for the almost-free spot for five minutes prior. Prissy didn't seem to pay any attention to the angry honking or the waving the driver did as they drove off, brushing her hair over her shoulder as she collected her purse before shutting the door behind her.

"I could just die for a pedicure too - did you want to get your nails done for the holidays too, sweetie?"

"Yes, for the feet," she said absentmindedly as she threw open the door to the mall, pausing for a brief second to flash a pitying smile in Regan's direction before ushering the other woman inside the warm building. "Really? Never ever?"

She shouldn't have been surprised, considering Regan liked to play in garages and look like some sort of grease monster instead of playing dress up but still.

Who didn't ever get pedicures when they had a chance???

"We'll definitely put that on the list then." Her head shook, ashamed for her friend's behalf and the horrible upbringing she must have had to be denied such a simple pleasure. A human right, as far as Priscilla was concerned. "But presents first. And yes, something for precious Teddy and... Silk, I suppose."

Her lips pursed, face looking pained at just saying his name. It was the holiday season, however, so Prissy knew she should be more generous, even if it was to overgrown furry rat-Mau.

Maybe she'd get him some ugly sweater.

"Where to, first?"

If she cared to hear the answer it wasn't apparent, pink eyes scanning their surroundings and Prissy soon linking arms with Regan and taking off in the direction of the closest department store.


It was time to shop.

"Ugh," she moaned dramatically when the other girl pointed out the snow. As pretty as snow was, it wasn't pretty to drive through. "Maybe we'll get a Lyft back to the house - we can have one of the boys or someone come and pick up the car later, so we don't have to drive out in the snow."

The sound of hot cocoa was appealing though, especially as her arms continued to get bogged down with bag after new bag full of presents in need of wrapping. Unless she could convince one of Chase's staff members to do the wrapping, she'd have to endure at least an hour of actually wrapping things herself --- and goodness knows that would take a lot of energy out of her too.

"That sounds delightful, actually."

Steering them both towards the cafe that Regan pointed out, Prissy made a beeline to one of the nearby booths, depositing her mountain of bags into the booth before sliding in after them.

"I want mine with marshmallows!!" She called after, glancing back towards the white haired woman almost expectantly.


... because it wasn't as if Priscilla Stratford was going to stand in line unless she absolutely had to, of course.

While Regan waited diligently in line, Prissy occupied her time at the booth by scrolling through her favorite Instagram and Pinterest sites. She had a lot of reblogging to do if she wanted to catch up on getting followers -- she could always use those sites to purchase more but there was just such a nice feeling of collecting people without the help of Daddy's money.

When the drink arrived, she was quick to snap a shot of it, adding it to her accounts before tucking her phone away. It was delicious looking... unlike the cookie that Regan so kindly had offered to her. The other girl had gotten herself an icing one --- and had the audacity to give Prissy the one with raisins in it?

Didn't she know that raisins ruined everything?

Despite the wrinkled nose she gave the cookie upon seeing it, Prissy decided to be the better person and begin breaking the cookie in pieces, picking out the raisins one by one and eating around the rest of it.

"Thank you," she said, only a little bit forced, before glancing up at the window. "I don't mind snow - I've got plenty of cute coats and boots to wear in it. Driving in it, though, is simply atrocious. Have you ever tried??"

Eyebrows rose at the mention of a diet before pink eyes darted their way over to Regan and saw the iced cookie being offered in her direction.

On one hand, she'd complimented her on her figure.

On the other hand, she assumed Prissy needed to diet.

There was a slow blink, her lips pursing for a half second and then...

Prissy graciously received the iced cookie half and bit into it, offering Regan a smile afterwards while the sugary confection began to melt away in her mouth.

"You didn't know - I should have specified."

(Ignoring the fact the cookies had been a surprise and a gift, no less).

Moving on, however, Prissy washed down the half eaten cookie with some of the cocoa, nodding her head as pink curls bounced from the effect. "Chase would be a good teacher - just make sure to get him on a good day, those moods can be harsh."

Toes wiggled at being reminded of their later appointment, Prissy finding herself giddy at the thought of having her nails touched up on.

"Of course we will. Manis and pedis for both of us -- do you know what sort of color you want? And it shouldn't tickle... unless you're really ticklish, down there."

"They can do whatever you want them to do -- that's what we pay them for. If they want a good tip, they'll know better than to argue."

Her hand waved flippantly in the air, as if dismissing the mere thought of being told no to any of her color choices. "I'll probably go with a shade of pink - or maybe something festive for the holidays. A sparkly red, even?"

It would look cute for the few shifts she had still at the Sugar Cube, before Christmastime hit. Then again, she tried to look cute in everything she did - who knew who could be watching at any given moment?

"You'll get your fingernails done too - we'll do a gel nail polish so it won't come off while you play with all the dirty cars and whatnot."

The prospect of teaching someone how to drive... never had occurred to Prissy before but as she saw herself as an ideal driver (god help the other people on the street, honestly), the thought brought a smile to her face as she linked arms and gave Regan's a squeeze.

"And of course I'll teach you. It'll be more girl bonding time for the both of us. I can see it now - cute blue and teal on the wheel. Ha -- it even rhymes!"