(scene opens in cluttered basement, conversation in progress)

Me: (handing Alpha a towel) Here, use this to clean up that spill.

Husband: (around corner) I see that you’ve fully embraced the RBG Controller lifestyle.

Me: What?

(Husband points to top of cabinet, switch controller charge station holding controllers with morphing rainbow lights along the side)

Alpha: Yeah, my ’tism is in full swing.

Me: You don’t have the ‘Tism, knock it off. But I love those! (said gleefully) Those are pretty!

Husband: (kisses Carrot’s forehead) Of course you do.

Alpha: I mean, sometimes when you’re obliterating heretic scum in the name of the Emperor, you want to feel like a pretty pretty princess.

Me: Right? Totes agree.

Alpha: (deep gravely voice) Brother….. (deep indrawn breath) ….where’s my tiara?

Husband: (sighing) I’m going back to work.