“I will never, ever understand your obsession with purple.”

Doe merely laughed at his human companion, “Most people don’t.” Shawn rolled his eyes, adding yet another cube of sugar to his tea. He always added exactly ten cubes. That was his one and only OCD tendency. There had to be ten cubes. “Don’t you think purple is kind of a gay color? I mean, blue I can understand. Green, sure. Maybe even a slightly brighter red. But purple? Come on now.” Ivy looked up from her dinosaur coloring book to glare at her guardian.

“Shuddaup Shawny! Purple is a great color!” The girl picked up her book and showed off a rather feminine looking velocoraptor colored in all shades of purples. Doe grinned at the girl and nodded approvingly. “Yup. She’s going places.” Ivy grinned broadly, beaming at the obviously annoyed college student.

Shawn waved a hand through the air, stressing the fact he didn’t really care. “Alright,” he conceded. “But it’s still a gay color.”