I don't want to wear them. I want you to wear them. They're adorable, they're comfortable as hell...I got the set with the dolphins, remember?...
[She's moving to Lydia's bureau, like the hunter she is, zeroing in on the drawer in question to seek out the pajamas. Kneeling, she smiles at Lydia over her shoulder.]
And for one night in your life, you're going to be comfortable, frumpy, and relaxed instead of Lydia-Freaking-Martin. [Because she's heard the speech before, and she knows her best friend, so she knows damn well what she's thinking.] It's my party, and I'll pick your PJ's if I want to.
[And, true to her word, she rises from the bottom drawer with the pajamas clutched in her hand, a triumphant smile on her face.]
You have to at least wear the bottoms. Look how cute! [Just as she did that day in the store, she shakes out the pajama pants, dotted with adorable cartoon poodles in cotton candy pink, and waves them at Lydia.]
Woof! Woof! Wear me! I'm fuzzy and I scream personal comfort! Love meeeeee!
BFF Spam!
[She's moving to Lydia's bureau, like the hunter she is, zeroing in on the drawer in question to seek out the pajamas. Kneeling, she smiles at Lydia over her shoulder.]
And for one night in your life, you're going to be comfortable, frumpy, and relaxed instead of Lydia-Freaking-Martin. [Because she's heard the speech before, and she knows her best friend, so she knows damn well what she's thinking.] It's my party, and I'll pick your PJ's if I want to.
[And, true to her word, she rises from the bottom drawer with the pajamas clutched in her hand, a triumphant smile on her face.]
You have to at least wear the bottoms. Look how cute! [Just as she did that day in the store, she shakes out the pajama pants, dotted with adorable cartoon poodles in cotton candy pink, and waves them at Lydia.]
Woof! Woof! Wear me! I'm fuzzy and I scream personal comfort! Love meeeeee!