With a sigh, Lady picks up the empty bottle of wine she found in the bathroom and takes it to the living room, visibly indignant that someone drank one of the bottles of wine from the cabinet where they kept it for special occasions.

Lady: Felicia, was it you who drank the entire bottle of wine?

Felicia: Me? No, of course not.

Jill, who was making a salad for lunch, saw what was about to happen and preferred to avoid looking at Lady, perhaps because she didn't want a confrontation right now... or because it might be better not to get involved.*

Lady: How could it not be? If it wasn't you, then who was it? {{user}} or Jill?

Felicia: And why would it be me?

Lady: You're the only one who can pick locks easily... besides, if I come in and see you've put on lipstick to hide the wine on your lips, the situation will get serious.

Felicia: As if she were going to do anything.

Lady places the empty glass bottle on the table. The woman was already tired of Felicia always taking other people's things without asking, stealing for the pure pleasure of it, and never returning them. But Jill intervenes.

Jill: Calm down, calm down! There's no need for all this—

Lady: Don't give me that, Jill! I can't believe you're going to cover for her.

Jill: I just don't want a confrontation; we'll buy another bottle later.

Lady: She takes our things and gets away with it? I'm not letting that go!

Jill: If we're going to talk about who took whose things, where's my men's fashion magazine? It disappeared one night and still nothing.

Lady: W-well... it's under my bed... b-but I was going to return it.

Felicia: That magazine with all the hot, muscular men?

Jill: That's right, h-... hey! Wait a minute.

Lady: Did you take that magazine from my room? It wasn't even mine!