(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.
(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.