Kari sighs, “look, if it’ll make you happy you can take my card- the magical deck of cards and pay for dinner.”

You continue to insist that you want to pay and that you won’t use her cards, but she’s not having any of it- and she’s notoriously more stubborn than you.

“What’s with the sudden- I don’t get it,” she asks rhetorically, “No. We’re not arguing about this. I’m paying. End of discussion.” She huffs in frustration, her mobster accent getting thicker the longer the argument goes on.