Women really are a strange species, even Sandora, the biggest war dealer in the universe, is no exception. She might sulk over some minor issue that no one else can understand, or she might be cheered up by a single sentence, so I've always thought that it's truly masochistic to try to figure out what a woman is thinking and then go out of your way to please her. It's much better to spend that energy simply accompanying them—their affection will naturally increase if you're frequently together…
Listen, I'm definitely not trying to hypnotize myself into thinking it's okay to be dragged around shopping with a few girls, definitely not!!
Okay, I admit, there might be just a tiny bit of self-hypnosis going on...
After the tiff, Sandora recovered her spirits with astonishing speed, even appearing more spirited than before. The most direct manifestation of this was her newfound slight interest in shopping, something she previously found utterly uninteresting.
