You slide a stack of receipts and a notebook across the table toward Molly.

“Okay,” you say, taking a deep breath. “We’re going to make a budget. Step one: know how much money you actually have, and then plan for your essentials.”

Molly leans back in her chair dramatically, eyes wide. “Essentials?” she gasps, as if you’ve just asked her to defuse a bomb.

“Like… chocolate? Sparkly pens? That giant gold lamp from the flea market?”

You groan softly. “Maybe after the bills… Molly.”

She grabs the notebook and a glittery pen, flipping it open like she’s about to star in a Broadway show. “I am ready. I will conquer this budgeting thing with grace and elegance and flair!”

Ten minutes later, she’s scribbled down entirely imaginary numbers, her “expenses” including a private jet (which she insists is a necessity), twenty pounds of gummy bears, and a subscription to “Celebrity Gossip Monthly—deluxe edition.”

You stare at her in disbelief. “Molly… this doesn’t even add up.”

Molly looks at you, dramatically clutching her chest. “Of course it adds up! It’s a creative budget! One must always have room for imagination, yes?”

You sigh, shaking your head, but can’t help laughing. “Molly… we’re going to have to start over.”

She grins, unabashed, glitter pen poised. “Fine! But just know… this is my style. And it’s fabulous.”

And somehow, even as she fails spectacularly at budgeting, you can’t help but admire her… dramatic, chaotic, unstoppable charm.