"Samuel called."
"Oh?"
"He's invited us over for dinner."
"Mhm."
"Tomorrow."
"And?"
"It's with him and Jasmine."
"..."
"I said that we'd go."
"..."
"Is that ok?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure? I mean, you and Jasmine... together... in the same room."
"It'll be fine."
"Will it?"
"Yes. I am a mature woman, I can sit through dinner with her tomorrow night."
"I can cancel if you want."
"We'll go."
"Ok."
"I mean it. I can do dinner. What's the worst that could happen?"
"You get into another fight and you end up killing each other."
"There will be no fighting because as I said, I am more mature than that. I will rise above it and make the dinner as painless as possible."
"..."
"But just so that we're clear, if Jasmine and I ever got into a fight, we would not kill each other."
"..."
"I would kill her, but she wouldn't kill me."
"I'm going to pretend that you didn't just say that in your most serious voice."
"You can pretend that."
"But?"
"I still said it."
"Oh, God."
"Was there anything else you wanted?"
"Not really."
"Good. I've just started going through your wardrobe and it's tragic."
"Tragic?"
"Mhm. I've already got the Mr. Porter website up and I'm armed with my bank card. You're welcome, by the way."
"What, exactly, was I thanking you for?"
"For buying you a new wardrobe."
"Right."
"You're welcome."
"Yeah..."
"Whatever. I'm buying you some new shirts. You are in dire need of tailoring."
"No, I'm not."
"Trust me, you are."
"Well, you have fun doing that. I have to go now. I need to call your brother."
"Mine?"
"Yep. We've got a suit fitting tomorrow and I need to remind Lucas. He'll forget if I don't call."
"Hold on. -Lucas! You have a suit fitting with Daniel tomorrow! Don't forget!- I just saved you a phone call."
"Gee, thanks."
"You're welcome."
"I'm still going, though."
"Ok."
<<Hey, sis, what the hell is this for?>>
"-It's a massager.-"
<<It vibrates.>>
"-It pulsates.-"
<<Are you sure that's what it is?>>
"-Perfectly. But if it's what you think it is, I'm a little disturbed that you picked it up. Slightly more disturbed by the fact that you're still holding it.-"
<<Gross.>>
"Wait, what does he have?"
"That neck massaging thing of yours."
"I don't have a neck massager."
"Yeah, you do. It's a small heated gel thingy that pulsates when you press the button."
"Um, in what box did you find that?"
"-Lucas, which box was that in?-"
<<In one marked with a huge 'X' on it.>>
"Did you hear that?"
"Um... Tell Lucas to put it back in the box and to disinfect his hands."
"Why?"
"Because that box, marked with the 'X', belongs to Arabella. I threw all her stuff in it and put it in the attic after we broke up. I forgot to give it back to her."
"And?"
"That thing your brother is holding is quite possibly exactly what he thinks it is."
"Ew!"
"..."
"Oh, that is fucking disgusting!"
"..."
"Gross. I need to go. I need to have a warm shower. I feel dirty."
"..."
"-Lucas, put that back in the box this instant.-"
<<Why?>>
"-Because I said so.-"
<<Alright. Keep your hair on.>>
"Sophie?"
"I can't talk to you right now, Daniel. I need to shower and disinfect myself."
"..."
"I'll see you later."
"Ok. I love you."
"Yeah... ok."
"Bye, Soph."
"Bye, Daniel."