Rhiannon flushed bright pink, the color clashing violently with her hair and she smacked playfully at Lee's shoulder when she and Ylva got close enough.
"You need to shut that mouth. Jesus, Miri," she said as she tilted Lee's head to look at him. "You've missed your calling, girl. You need to do make up for Hedwig and the Angry Inch or something."
Miri beamed and wiped her purple-stained fingers off on a rag. "And give up all of this? Not in a million."
Lee, blossoming under all the praise and attention, strutted over to a line of shoeboxes.
"What's your flavor,gorgeous?" he asked. "I'm thinking these pink heels would do the job. They lace up to your knees. Have a seat, we'll get you all fixed up."