[Ginia idly runs a finger over the kitchen counter and looks at it. Clean is one thing, this is practically sterile. That seems a little excessive in a way Ginia can't pinpoint. She takes a few pictures of the kitchen - pictures on the fridge, a calendar with a few notes penned in here and there - before moving toward the doorway.
As she opens the bag of dry cleaning, Ginia whistles to get Shun's attention, holding up the hooded robe.]
How much do you think it costs to get these dry-cleaned?
[Ginia takes a picture of the clothes inside before zipping it back up.]
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As she opens the bag of dry cleaning, Ginia whistles to get Shun's attention, holding up the hooded robe.]
How much do you think it costs to get these dry-cleaned?
[Ginia takes a picture of the clothes inside before zipping it back up.]
This is really weird. It's too meticulous.