I was rapidly losing the argument, and I fell back to my old standby. I looked at her with my best puppy dog eyes and pouted until she caved and stopped picking on me.

"Don't look at me like that," she said. "I was just observing, that's all. If you want to keep that stack of old VHS's, you go for it."

"They're treasured childhood memories. S'not my fault I don't have any way to watch them anymore."

"If you say so."

April mercifully went back to what she'd been doing before she felt the need to tease me, which had mainly been packing up the contents of my underwear...