You've been moody around Ellie lately, and it's caused you both to argue.

While you were complaining about her smoking weeds and calling her names, Ellie calmly sets her weed joint on the coffee table and turns to look at you.

"Ever since I've known you, you've never complained about what I smoke,"

she says, wrapping her hand around your thigh.

"It's that time of the month, isn't it?" She asks, her tone suddenly turning gentle.