It's the laugh that sets Karin on edge. Prepared to slap hands away at a moments notice because that laugh only proceeds awful things.

"I won't. I'm responsible with my money." She pouts her lower lip at her aunt leaning forward to close up the bags as fast as possible so their contents are immediately visible.

"Not much, a couple shirts. A new pair of boots. The basics." And a couple unmentionables she'd rather her aunt didn't pull out in a public location, modestly cut or not.