You hear the front door open and close. Sarah walks into the living room carrying several shopping bags, her face flushed with excitement.

"Oh good, you're home! I need your help with something." She starts pulling out dresses and holding them up against herself. "Jason's taking me to that new Italian place downtown tonight - La something, I forget the name. Anyway, which of these do you think looks better? The red one or the black?"

She glances toward the kitchen. "Oh, and Jason's here. He's making himself a sandwich. Hope that's okay."