"Hopefully if I get time I'll go to the store and pick up some paint" I was just trying to make conversation, I didn't expect an actual answer, but here we go.

"Oh really, what for then?" He asked me. Getting a bit impatient I just said,
"I'm making lasagne, what do you think?" He looked at me with concern and said,
"Don't tell me... You, little miss prissy, is going to wear overalls and. Paint?"
"Yes, for a matter of fact I am, do you have a problem? Because I certainly don't see one." He started to walk away as he said,
"Give me a call  if you need any help, princess."
I froze up at the sound of the word, princess, are you kidding me?

Time skip to 2 hours later

I stood with my hands on my hips admiring my so called 'art'. I can't paint, who was I kidding. I drew out my phone and dialled Hooks  number, he picked up with a slight sound of delight in his voice.
"Princess, how can I be of assistance on this fine evening."
"Cut the crap and please just get over here" I said with a sarcastic tone.

Moments later...

We were stood with our hands on our hips with our heads tilted looking at the lime green wall.
" Why exactly did you pick this colour in the first place?" He shot me a look of confusion  and lack of faith.
"Spur of the moment? And stop looking at me like that" I said
"Like what?" He asked
"Like I'm some kind of idiot. I know what I'm doing I'll have you know." I said I a very  'matter-o factly' kind of way.
"So if you are a big girl and know what you are doing calling me for help?" Before I could answer his question he was picking up his jacket and placing his hand on the doorknob.
"Please- please don't leave!" I exclaimed,
"And why should that be?" He asked me. Ok, his hand was off the doorknob. Just to keep it off. I panicked. Looking at his hand I said.
"I need you, please don't leave, please?""