screams a drooping lady offering her dream dolls
"Monnie Dearest..."
Loath as she was to admit it, Monica did respond to such an epithet; if, of course, only to deride it. "You'd best be careful how you throw that nickname around. You're riding a dangerous line as it is, with that getup."
"So you're saying you don't mind it?" Masha artfully skirted the admonition.
"I'm saying," Monica began with the slivers of a smile, "that you'd better make me a ring of some kind before you start calling me that to my face."
Masha just pouted.
"After all, I know you'll do what you want, behind my back."