"How many shoes do you own?" Allelujah gaped in disbelief as he stared at the pile of boxes inside of Christina's closet. She blinked, looking up from rummaging through her shopping bags that littered her cabin floor.
"What?" she asked, "It's normal to have a selection of shoes. Not everything fits every occasion."
"No, that's understandable," Allelujah shook his head, turning to her, still quite obviously confused, "But you have more than just a pair for work and a pair for social occasions."
"Not everything goes with every outfit either!" she defended. Allelujah stared at her.
"Do you have a pair of shoes for every outfit you own?" his eyes widened.
"No," she rolled her eyes, "That's totally impractical. I have way too many clothes for that."
Allelujah looked to the pile of bags from her recent shopping trip then back to her closet, silent. Chris rose a brow at him, putting her hands on her hips, and Allelujah finally spoke up.
"Chris, I think you have a problem."