you must’ve cast a hex on her. a good one, at that. because in no reasonable universe would wednesday addams be seen dead in a mall, a place of such mindless consumerism she’s surprised they don’t offer lobotomies.

of course you’re quite happy to drag her around to every single store, try on outfit after outfit and yearn for her honest approval of each one, and maybe get her to shop too - which you obviously pay for.

the place is relatively quiet, given malls are about as trendy as a vhs tape, but it’s not eerily empty. just nice, no bustle and noise, just the gentle hum of an old fountain and the occasional family.

that is until you see an old timey photobooth machine and immediately gesture to it like a child begging their parent for a toy.

“aren’t those for id’s?” wednesday deadpans.

but you pull her in anyway. the walls are covered in stickers and graffiti, and it’s definitely intended for only one person given the lack of space. a small camera and coin slot sit opposite you both, with a dispenser for the photos.