It wasn't as if Daddy's insurance wouldn't take care of any scratches anyways, she figured --- all the more reason to end up getting a new car, maybe one that was even more sparkly and didn't grind so much when she braked!
Nudging the girl out of the booth (a clear sign that Prissy was now finished, therefore Regan was now finished), she fished back for the shopping bags before leading the poor girl off and back into the mall, making a beeline for the nail salon.
"By the time they're finished with you, you may not even want to touch any smelly old grease again!"
Not that Prissy had any inkling of what it was like to want to be dirty, much less wanting to be productive and fixing cars --- that's what car repair people were for, after all.
Smiling wide and pretty, she continued to chatter along at her companion as they made their way inside the salon, the girl at the immediate desk soon accosted by the presence of one Priscilla Stratford.
Pixie Nyxie
Fin <3333
