Wednesday rolled her eyes at Jamie's comment and looked at him.
'Oh, you wish, but you know I lean more towards the colors of the rainbow.' She held the dye boxes up in one hand and shook them, adjusting the soda box under her other arm.
Even though he had just been joking with her as always, Wed couldn't help but notice something heavier in his voice, something she couldn't place her finger on. She felt a sudden pang, and couldn't help but start worrying if she had said something. Sometimes, she heard this tone in his voice, and grew to think that she had done something wrong to upset him... And that was one of the things she hated most. When Jamie was particularly down or sad, Wed could almost never bear it. With her, it was different. She got quiet, and sometimes upset, but being an undiagnosed mild BiPolar, it was just another thing she -- and unfortunately Jamie -- had to deal with. But she couldn't stand seeing her best friend down or hurt -- because she knew she could do nothing to help... she just existed with her never ending bouts and Jamie was at the other end of it.
Wed looked down and shuffled her feet forward before clearing her throat and looking to Sophia.
'So I guess that's settled then... Oh, looks like we're getting pretty close to the Queue.' She looked ahead and sure enough -- they were about one or two people away from the till.