Xander nodded, fighting a losing battle to keep the corners of his mouth from twitching upward. "Exactly. Now—does it seem logical, or even remotely useful, to spend a full thirty minutes putting on makeup just to go to IKEA?"
I rolled my eyes, giving him a playful shove as I bypassed him and stepped out the door. "Well, it doesn't seem logical or useful to spend a fortune on an old car and its maintenance when we literally have four paws, but you don't hear me complaining about your garage obsession."
"That is a completely different thing," Xander grumbled, pulling the door shut behind us and instantly wrapping a heavy arm around my shoulders. "And put your scarf on, you reckless idiot."
When I didn't immediately obey within a split second, he stopped dead in the middle of the driveway
