Vincent (to Poppy): Hi, hun. Do you want some lunch?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh sure, honey, that would be lovely. I'm sorry I've been so quiet this morning, I've been writing & rewriting my resumé.
Vincent (to Poppy): No worries. I thought it better to just let you work. Especially since you looked slightly murderous. Well, I think I need to go shopping at some point. We have hotdogs, cold cuts and that ever present can of Spam.
Poppy (to Vincent): Yeah, I've been trying to figure out how to make my job history not sound so unbelievable. I may have to resort to hustling again... which is not something that I really want to do, honey... It makes me feel so tawdry.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm sorry, hun. You mentioned that you have money on the other side. I can help you get some of that transferred over here. Sometimes, you have to get a bit, er, creative with the accounting, and you probably won't be able to transfer EVERYTHING... But it should give you more of a cushion, so you don't have to do anything too tawdry.
Poppy (to Vincent): That would be wonderful, honey, thank you. Honey, can I come with you for the food shopping? I still have things to learn about this side & grocery shopping is one of them.
Vincent (to Poppy): Sure. If you'd like. Though, I would warn you that I'm not exactly the poster boy for keeping a properly stocked kitchen. I usually only buy enough food for a few days. Too much time spent hopping back and forth between worlds, I suspect.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I can help you with that, honey, if you'd like. Plus, we can make it an adventure.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I like the way you think. Besides, I should get used to spending more time in my own world from this point forward.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, let's play dress up & go get groceries. :-)
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Sure. I'll be Ozzie and you'll be Harriet. Unless, of course, you want to reverse it.
Poppy (to Vincent): Either way works for me, honey. :-)
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, then, let's get gussied up and buy some carrots.
Poppy (to Vincent): That sounds delightful, honey. I'll be ready to go in 15 minutes.
A few hours later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Thank you, honey, for taking me with you for an outing. It was, uh, oh, what was the word, swell! :-)
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, we were quite the swell couple. I like to think we brightened the day of our fellow shoppers.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, I loved the look on that lady's face when were in the produce aisle checking the melons... Priceless.
Vincent (to Poppy): I think we may have horrified the meat manager a little bit when we kept giggling every time he recommended a "cut."
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, he shouldn't have been so keen on suggesting a rump roast to us, honey. I think he said like 20 times.
Vincent (to Poppy): That's very true. I almost felt bad asking him if his rump roast was nice and tender. Almost.
Poppy (to Vincent): I just about died when you took that pipe out of your pocket, stuck it in your mouth & looked very serious, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, it was a very serious pipe. Besides, if you're going to be Ozzie, you have to go the whole hog, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, you were fantastic. Can I ask you a favor, honey? It's nothing serious. Can you unzip this dress? It was apparently much easier to put on... If you could just start it, that would be very helpful.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Uh... Of course. There you go. Is that enough?
Poppy (to Vincent): Perfect, honey. Thank you... Now, not to sound cliché, but I need to slip into something more comfortable... These foundation garments are very constricting... It reminds me why I like to dress like a flapper.
Vincent (to Poppy): I can't even imagine. I mean, I've worn waist cinchers, but that's something else all together.
Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, indeed, honey. I'm just thankful that if this fashion style ever makes it to the other side, I won't be there for it... Though, I imagine your sister would look damn good in it with her curves.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, I happen to think you look pretty damn good in flapper fashion yourself, hun. Oh... Shoot! I'm sorry. I said I wouldn't be all "mixed signals" with you again.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh well, thank you for the compliment anyway, honey.... I'll try not to go all weak in the knees. :-)
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. Oh yes. I'm sure you're completely twitterpated. ;-} So... Uh, hun, can we talk for a minute?
Poppy (to Vincent): I thought that's what we were doing, honey. But, sure, what is it?
Vincent (to Poppy): I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said last night. Well, I won’t deny that it’s been a bit awkward having you here but, you’re a completely different person from your counterpart, and I’d be an idiot if I didn’t recognize that. I enjoy having you here, you enjoy being here, so it’s kind of silly for you to spend money you need on a hotel room. And neither one of us wants a relationship, so... I guess what I’m asking if I stop over thinking this whole thing… and just agree to enjoy your company, would you be willing to stay? Provided it's not too weird for you, of course.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... That's really sweet, honey. And, it would certainly help me out while I wait for the apartment & find a job but, are you sure it wouldn't be weird for you? And, I hate to seem dense but what do you mean by enjoy my company? I just want to make sure I understand you correctly... You have been the master of mixed signals, lately, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. No, no that's a fair question, hun. I just meant, that I'm going to try to take things as they go, and treat you like the individual you are.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh well, thank you, honey & if that's the case, I'd like to continue to stay here with you... I was going to ask you a question but I think I should just figure it out on my own.
Vincent (to Poppy): It's OK, hun. You can ask.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, as a friend, I could use your opinion, if you don't mind... You see, Oliver has been repeatedly asking me out & I, well, I had a nice time with him the two times we went out but, I'm not really interested in him. I don't know how to tell him without hurting his feelings. So, I've been kinda avoiding him all together. Any advice?
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Uh, wow. I don't know, sweetie. I guess be honest with him.
Poppy (to Vincent): I was afraid you were going to say that, honey...
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, I'm not super experienced with relationships. Sorry, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): It's okay, honey. It's been quite flattering to have that kind of attention, but I should probably talk to him tomorrow. I certainly don't want to mislead him, besides I think his little blonde friend secretly likes him.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh, is she the fair-haired twin? Hee hee. I tend to agree. And on that note, I'm headed to bed, hun. See you in the morning. Good night!
Poppy (to Vincent): Thank you, honey. And, sleep well.
