EXTERIOR: TRINITY BELLWOODS PARK. EARLY EVENING.
Cookie and Mouse are lying foot to foot on their backs in the grass. The red and white checked tablecloth has been re-folded and placed beside Mouse’s head.
Their backpacks are slung from the bottom branch of the maple tree, which blocks out the sky from their immediate field of vision.
Cookie shifts her head from side to side.
MOUSE
Do you want me to read your future, Cookie?
COOKIE
Flexes the toes on her left foot, pushing Mouse’s right foot backwards.
It’s not fucking possible. I am a chaotic system.
MOUSE
You are a literary trope. Your chaos is deterministic.
COOKIE
It’s very clean out here.
MOUSE
Have you been watching Annie Hall again?
COOKIE
Suspiciously.
Are you trying to pin some kind of self-similarity bullshit on me?
MOUSE
Rolls her eyes and speaks in a bored tone of voice.
Repeated behaviours are not self-similarities. Hey, do you remember that episode of Laverne and Shirley, “Fakeout at the Stakeout?”
COOKIE
Eyes light up. She lifts her head up from the ground, resting her chin on her chest.
Croaks.
Am I Laverne or the Milwaukee Masher?
MOUSE
Ladies choice.
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