Dying

Austin is having fun dying clothing this weekend. Part of his dying antics included a kitchen rag that I won from JCP. I never win anything, so this towel was near and dear to me. Now it’s kind of grayish.
Me: I don’t appreciate you dying my towel.
Austin: It’ll be fine. We’ll eventually replace it.
Me: I won that towel.
Austin: You won me.
Me: You are a booby prize.