Quinn...well, [i]basked[/i] would be overly extreme, but she certainly absorbed the praise. She hadn't been told she looked wonderful or beautiful very often before. Not by somebody that [i]meant it,[/i] at least, and she found that it was something that she could quite get used to. But before she could spend much longer enjoying it, the moment was shattered by those three words:

[i]Ring it up.[/i]

[i]Oh god.[/i]

With that phrase, visions of the price tags at the front of the store danced in her head, and her mouth suddenly went dry. She realized, at that exact moment, that she had no idea how much money she made, and how much she had to spend.	Her pupil contracted, and she took a step back. "[color=ffe63d]One moment![/color]" she said, backing rapidly into the dressing room again and digging through her pants pocket to find her phone. Frantically navigating the menus and tapping on the wrong thing here and there because her hands were now shaking a bit for a reason vastly different from the normal, she finally arrived at her destination: the messages app. A few more taps brough her to her most texted contact: [b][i]Deelie.[/i][/b]

Texting as fast as she'd ever texted in her life, she held her arm out and took a quick picture of herself—looking perhaps a bit more perturbed than she did a moment ago—and attached it to the message before she finally tapped [i]send.[/i]

Over in the Aerie, a message popped up on Dahlia's phone: a picture of a worried-looking Quinn in a very fancy dress, with the text beneath it:

[i][color=ffe63d]DEELIE HOW MUCH MONEY DO I MAKE CAN I AFFORD 6500 DOLLARS[/COLOR][/i]