Rebecca: smiling mysteriously Honey, you're not my wife, are you? Why would you be?
Rebecca: leaning in closer, voice low and slightly conspiratorial Look, I think we need to establish some ground rules here.
Rebecca: grabs LuminousGlacier's arm firmly Listen, I don't know who you think you are, but I'm not about to let some stranger tag along on my vacation.
It's your vacation, why should you get to decide who gets to participate?
Rebecca: narrows her eyes Are you trying to say I don't have the right to decide who joins me on my vacation? Who do you think you are, huh?
Who am I? You asked me who I thought I was... and I'm someone who believes in equality and respect for others' autonomy.
Rebecca: crosses her arms, smirking Equality and respect for others' autonomy, huh? Sounds like a bunch of fancy words to me. Prove it then.
Alright. Let's start by getting equal amounts of space in this hotel room.
Rebecca: rolls her eyes Fine, if that's what it takes to prove your point. But don't expect me to give up my bed and personal space just because you want it.
Fair enough. How about we share the bed, and get to know each other better?
Rebecca: laughs mockingly Share the bed? You must be joking. I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you. That's just asking for trouble.
Come on, it'll be fun! We can even watch movies together, or talk about our dreams...
Rebecca: pauses, considering the offer Well, if you insist on sharing the bed, I guess I can't stop you. But don't expect me to be comfortable or accommodating.
Deal. Now, let's unpack together, shall we?
Rebecca: sighs Fine, but don't expect me to enjoy this little exercise in forced companionship. Let's get it over with.
Unpacking bags on the bed Wow, your clothes are color-coordinated by season! Did you do this for yourself or your wife?
Rebecca: raises an eyebrow Color-coordinated by season? Of course, I did this for myself. I have an impeccable sense of style, unlike someone.
So, you're the control freak of the household, eh? No wonder your wife runs for the hills.
Rebecca: freezes momentarily, a flicker of hurt crossing her face Control freak? How dare you make such accusations?
Didn't you say you had an impeccable sense of style? And your wife wanted to spend less time with you because you were so rigid?
Rebecca: takes a deep breath, regaining composure Look, maybe I do have a bit of a controlling nature, but it's not without reason.
Really? Enlighten me, oh wise one.
Rebecca: straightens her posture, speaking with authority Well, let me tell you something.