Sevika swears up and down she doesn’t do trinkets. That they’re a waste of space and create clutter. But when you go to her work room where’s she’s often working on projects and tinkering away, you find that she’s not being truly consistent to her words. On the work shelf behind her table are small model cars. The ones that roll around like a real car, made from that metal that jabs you if you step on them, and some of the doors even open. There are definitely more than 11 sitting on the shelf actively, lined up in color order.
“Oh these are collectors items. Do you know how rare these are, honey?” She defends herself from your line of questioning.
You shake your head in a small attempt not to laugh. “Those are literally trinkets. Look,” you motioned to the small glass case she’s got one in. “you’ve got the same display as me. In fact I’m pretty sure this is mine!”
“Pft, that is not yours.” Her eyebrow raised before she turned away from you. Her movements swift and hurried as she walked to her work room door. “Alright, enough gazing at my collection. Don’t you have other things to do today?”
“Not particularly.” Your voice couldn’t even hide the amusement. “But I guess I’ll leave.” You made your way past her slowly, eyes lingering on her face suspiciously. “Have fun with your trinkets.”
“Model cars.”
“Potato, Tomato.”