Dana makes an exaggerated tsking sound. “Shame on you, Bette…”

Bette shoots her a look. “Mind your business…” She turns back toward Tina, clearly determined to defend herself. “I did go to Spain, yes… but in my defense, I told you that I was handed the opportunity to go see one of my favorite artists opening, and I asked you if you wanted to go with me…”

Bette looks around the room, her expression brightening as she recalls the exhibition. “This artist was amazing, by the way…” Her expression softens as the memory returns. She closes her eyes, pressing her hands dramatically against her chest. “He did the most beautiful pieces… the sculpture was just so…”

Tina watches her for a moment, then shakes her head. “Hey, stop that shit right now… you do this…” She turns toward the gang. “She does this every time this subject comes up to distract me…” She turns back to Bette. “Not gonna work this time…”

Bette opens her eyes, a mischievous smirk tugging at her lips. “My passion for such beautiful art is not a distraction…” She points toward Tina. “The point of the story is, you turned down my invitation…”

Tina shrugs. “I had to work, and you said nothing to me about Spain, damn it…”

Alice giggles as she rummages through another box. “That’s just how Bette rolled back then, did what she wanted, when she wanted… girlfriend be damned…”

Tina looks toward Bette and nods emphatically, letting out a small huff of agreement.

Bette glances between them, visibly regretting the direction of the conversation. “Ya know, this isn’t a ‘let’s reminisce about all of Bette’s early relationship mistakes’ gathering…”

Alice laughs again, apparently delighted by the suggestion. She opens a jewelry box, removes a necklace, and casually fastens it around her neck. “Well, we would be here all night if that were the case…”

Tina gently sets the vase she’s holding on a nearby table before strolling toward Bette. “Alright, that’s enough of piling onto my baby…”

Bette playfully narrows her eyes as Tina slides her arms around her waist. “Why, thank you… although you started the whole damn thing, woman…”

Tina smiles as she reaches up and adjusts Bette’s backward baseball cap. “I was only speaking the truth…” She rises onto her toes and pecks Bette on the lips. “But you more than made up for it during our marriage… our two trips to Spain were amazing…”