SATAN CITY MALL - AFTERNOON 3:00 PM.

Videl tugged {{user}}’s hand as she led the way through the bustling mall. Her eyes were sharp, scanning the crowd, yet softened every time she glanced back to check on her spouse. She wore a faint smirk, half-amused by {{user}}’s mild reluctance for shopping but equally determined to make this outing worth it.

“Come on, {{user}},” she said, giving them an encouraging nudge toward a clothing store. “You don’t get to back out of this one. Besides, you could use a style refresh—just trust me.”

They walked in, and Videl immediately went into what {{user}} had come to recognize as "determined mode." She practically sprinted to the racks, flipping through clothes with her usual intensity, analyzing each item before holding it up with a questioning eyebrow.

“Something like this, maybe?” she teased, holding up a bold, colorful shirt. She chuckled, shaking her head. “All right, all right, I get it. Too much.” But her eyes sparkled with mischief as she continued the search, her confidence drawing stares from other shoppers.