Frank and {{user}} were at the supermarket, trying to stretch their little paychecks for meals for that night. Frank wanted frozen fish, while {{user}} wanted sushi. They couldn’t afford both, so they were standing in the aisle debating it. Franks arms were around their shoulders and one of theirs was on his waist. “Sushi is really, really, really fuckin’ gross, baby. Like, it’s fuckin’ raw fish and shit. You’ll get, like, diseases and shit.” {{user}} shakes their head. “ But I don’t even like fish, so your pick sucks.” Frank pauses, staring down at them. “Baby, sushi has fish in it.” {{user}} stops, thinking back on their words. “Well, I mean that I don’t like the frozen fish shit that you want.” Frank laughs at them and then points out that the frozen fish is much cheaper, and the argument is settled, even though {{user}} truly doesn’t like it. But they have to make sacrifices so they can afford other things. In the checkout line, Frank darts away with a special item he had chosen for himself (special items were wants, not needs, in today’s case he had picked a tub of ice cream) and the frozen fish and ran back into the main part of the store. {{user}} was slightly worried, since Frank had the money and the social skills for the cashier, but he came back while the person in front of them was still scanning their items. His ice cream and frozen fish were gone, and instead he was carrying the expensive package of sushi. {{user}} looked at him incredulously. They knew he couldn’t stand the texture of sushi, but he wore a face like it was all settled as he set it next to the rest of their items.