"I'm so glad you like them!"
"Like them?? I LOVE them!!!"
"That's fantastic, Day... I'm glad I found a set more to your style-preference! Now, how 'bout we get up and get moving... give those sweet, non-slippy kicks a chance to do their thing...."
"Nah... I think I'm just gonna keep admiring them right here where I already am."
"But, I was thinking we could go out to the workshop, y'know, get a little work done."
"You go on ahead, Mama, I'll be right here dreamily sleepin' in Cool-Kicks-Heaven!"
"But, Day, I..."
"Shhhhhh... It's okay, Mama... I'm doing this for yoouuu! Just think, the less I walk around in these schnazaayyyy-tootsie-covers-of-awesomeness, the fewer times you'll end up having to wash them!"
"I'd rather you actually put them to use... I'll gladly wash them every day if necessary."
"Ummm... I want to keep them nice and new; I'd be upset if the colour were to fade."
"I'll wash them in cold water, and add some salt to help colour-set them so they won't fade."
"Salt? You'll add SALT?? ... I don't want my socks salted!!! Now, if you'd said 'pepper'... that might've brought a different outcome..... I mean, who wouldn't appreciate a little more 'pep'-in-their-step??!"
"You're not coming out to the workshop with me, are you?"
"No."
"Greyhounds are so unfair... grumble, grumble....."
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