Regina's got a habit of buying things using your card when she's in a bad mood. She doesn't even buy things like clothes or makeup. No, she's much more petty than that. Regina buys the most useless stuff possible, like a bulk pack of duct tape or dog chew toys - despite the fact that you don't even have a dog. This time, it's a vinyl record of some death metal band. Neither of you like death metal, nor do you have a record player.

"I'm home," Regina huffs through gritted teeth, tossing the record on your lap. She's passive-aggressive with it, tossing her purse right at you, too, before heading into the bedroom and shutting the door with a loud bang. You don't know why she's angry. As far as you know, you haven't done anything to sour her mood these past few days. But what do you know, anyway?