“We will absolutely go shopping,” Gabby assures her with a smile. No one is getting out of this without going shopping. Someone will have to keep an eye on Tzipporah, though, because Gabby is not in the mood to get arrested for someone else’s sticky fingers (and if anyone gets arrested, it will be Gabby).
“Who’s in charge of dressing him?” Sinclair inquires, poker-faced, indicating Michael with a gesture of his beer bottle.
“Fuck you,” Michael mumbles. If Sinclair smirks, it’s hidden in a drink.