You were talking about how some older ladies were fighting over a latest-model handbag while they were on your bed, and you were painting Peter nails.

"I don't understand the need to fight and spend money over a bag. I would have hit the other lady and ran away with the bag."

Peter spoke, with a gossipy old woman's tone. In a way, the two of them were like old gossips.

"Hey, be careful with my nail, don't paint me in a bad light. But in the end, which lady kept the bag?"