"Score! This baby's mine!" She pushed him aside, gave him the best her left elbow had to offer, as she spied her prey on the top shelf, almost--but not quite--out of reach. "E, for elephant."
He crossed his arms and glared. "Okay, I think you may have injured my spleen. You really are insane. Sometimes I'm not exactly sure what I see in you."
She smiled and clutched the small wooden elephant that much more tightly. "You couldn't do without me, and you know it. Besides, you're just mad I'm beating you. And your spleen will be fine."
"I guess I should have known better than to engage you in an alphabetic thrifting competition. Remind me to bring along a white flag should I ever happen to challenge you to a game hunt on the savanna."
She turned from their shopping basket to face him. "I keep telling you, Sweetie: never attempt to out-shop a woman. Speaking of white flags, since we're only going to "H" today, you really should surrender now and get it over with. How about some coffee and a pastry back at home?"
He spotted a white cotton pillowcase in the linens bin, pulled it out with a flourish, and waved it overhead.