"Where's Jess?" Nikki asks as we walk into the costume shop.

"Another fight. She is going to John's party, and they are going in a couple's costume."

"We're not seeing her anytime soon, are we?" Lindsay asks.

"Nope."

"So, do we want to match, relate, or fend for ourselves?"

"Match," I say.

"Match. Wait, no, relate," Lindsay says.

"Relate it is. Crayons, toys, or princesses?"

"Princesses."

"Fairy princesses."

"They don't have fairy princesses. Not unless you're a four-year-old," I say.

"Fine," Lindsay says. "Regular princesses. But I call pink."

"Purple," I say.

"Dibs for blue!"