"You know," the Muse said, "it was a lot cheaper to do laundry when you had your own washer and dryer."
"I'm very sorry that I've made it more difficult for you to go the extra mile with your mooching," I said, stuffing her clothes into a washing machine.
"It's the principle of the thing," she said. "Hey, no delicate undies with the jeans, thank you. Victoria's Secret charges a fortune for those things."
"Wal-Mart. Granny panties. Three for five dollars."
"Heathen," she sniffed, and then paused. "Wait. How do you know what they cost?"
"I'd tell you, Muse," I said, closing the lid and starting the machine, "but then I'd have to kill you."
She regarded me. "You are so weird."
"Like attracts like, Muse. Remember that."