Quickly, you get an idea. You grab Marissa's shoulder, turn her so that she is facing you, and stop her.
"I'm asking you a question!" she says. You don't like how it sounds as though she is trying to order you around.
"I have an answer for you!" you shout back. "I'd say Two!"
"Two outfits?" she asks. "OK. Now, what should they be?"
"No, no, no!" you say, correcting her. "I didn't say 'two outfits'; I said Two."
"Two?!" she says, incredulous. "I appreciate the compliment, or the idea, but I'm not that thin."
"I'm not talking about sizes!" you shout.
Before she can respond, you grab her hand, and lead her off to the Dressing-Room area. You stop, checking over your shoulder to make sure you are standing in front of the room with a "2" over it.
"Here we are!" you tell her.
"No!" she says. "We need to pick out some clothes first!"
"No!" you say back. "You should've thought of that before you took me with you to try on lingerie!"
"No way!" she says. "You're putting me on!"
"I'm not putting you on!" you tell her. "Now, go take THAT off."
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