It's not an everyday thing

 ChaCha couldn't think when the spell broke. Maybe it was on the street. Oh, she was so close to going somewhere with this Fiction character. They were just about to go into the makeup boutique. Of course, she'd always wanted to go to one of those but never had a chance. 

To find the perfect blush and a foundation perfect for her skin was only a dream. Back at the palace she never got these kinds of choices. They were always made for her. Was that why she was so intrigued with him? After all, he spoke of Chinese Opera. Why did she have to be so enamored with an actor?

ChaCha looked at him wide-eyed now as they were about to go into the shop. She grabbed Milo's arm as if she might somehow fly away with Fiction.

"This is my husband, you know," ChaCha informed him. "We want to know what you're really up to."

"What?" Fiction looked a bit baffled. "What would I be up to? You look like a hick by the way you dress. I just assumed you needed a bit of culture."

ChaCha grimaced back. What did she think she needed?

"He's playing a game," Milo looked down at her and smiled.

"A game?" ChaCha squinted harder. How cruel, she thought.

"But you like the makeups, don't you?" Fiction was a bit of a salesman, after all. "Sister Zhang runs the place."

Milo looked at him as if he might think she was behind this. Maybe her makeups were more than met the eye.

"Well, shall we?" Milo lead the way, but ChaCha protested as she pulled him back.

"But what if..what if it's a trap?"

Milo only sighed. "We'll know when we get there." He pointed out. Milo did want to meet this sister of his.