Abigail: “what do I wear!”

You look over at your girlfriend, as she’s tearing through her wardrobe… then tearing through your wardrobe, as if she’ll find something in there.

Abigail: “I have nothing to wear for my thing!”

You stare at her, what does she have on? She hasn’t got a concert on, maybe she’s doing some press thing.

Abigail: “Why are all your clothes like this?!”