Dini scowled. “Just because you’re in a bad mood doesn’t mean you need to take it out on me”

“Tzirelettes having their tea party today?” Shuki asked as he walked in from Shacharis and watched Dini spread plastic tablecloths over the dining room table.

Dini made a face. “Pottery painting.”

“What a beautiful chesed project.” He smirked.

She glared at him. “Make fun of me all you want. My CT girls have become an amazingly tight group, and it’s thanks to these activities.”

Shuki took a step back. “Hey, you’re the fundraising expert.”

Dini stared at him as he put his tallis bag down on the shtender (hello, did he not just hear that guests were coming soon?) and headed into the kitchen.

She followed him. “I’m the fundraising expert? This was your strategy, remember?”

His head was in the fridge. “I know. You just seem to be pouring a lot of money into this group.”

Dini blinked. “You have to invest in order to see returns. Any business knows that!”

Shuki turned around to look at her. “Obviously. But a business also needs a plan to cover all their expenses.”

Dini scowled. “Just because you’re in a bad mood doesn’t mean you need to take it out on me.”

Shuki opened his mouth, then closed it. He scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry,” he muttered.  He turned back to the fridge. “Hope you enjoy your party. I’ll be out of your way soon.”