Mouse (to Eep): Hey, did you see when the gothlings left yesterday?
Eep (to Mouse): No. Why?
Mouse (to Eep): They're not in the room, anymore. They must have snuck home, at some point. Sneaky little buggers.
Eep (to Mouse): Huh. Why'd they do that? I wonder why they didn't say goodbye? zzzzz
Mouse (to Eep): Heh. I'll leave you alone, sleepyhead.
Eep (to Mouse): Huh? Oh. Sorry.
Mouse (to Eep): You're cute when you're all comatose.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Well, I'm glad you think I'm cute.
Mouse (to Eep): So, are you awake enough for me to ask you something or should I wait a little while?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I think so. What's up?
Mouse (to Eep): Well, my cousin Liz called and was wondering, if her daughter, Kayla, could stay here next weekend… Kayla's apparently going to some summer program at the Piedmont and her room won't be ready until Tuesday, but the only flight they could get was on Thursday. I'm tempted to say no, because we're a bit crowded in here with all of the cats & the idea of a 16 year old girl added to it. Ugh!
Eep (to Mouse): Oh! Jesus. Yeah. More than a little bit.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, I told her I needed to talk to you first & then I'd call her back...
Eep (to Mouse): I can cope if it's only for a couple of days. I dunno, it's up to you, pretty lady.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, crap... I was hoping you'd be adamantly opposed, so I could use you for an excuse to say no. Why'd you have to go and be all reasonable? :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Probably because I'm not awake. Just say no if you don't want her here.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, it's not that I don't want her here. I mean, I haven't seen her since she was 12... I actually thought you wouldn't.
Eep (to Mouse): Honest. I don't really care. If she's a super, horrible squeally teen, we'll just pawn her off on Wanda.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, there's a thought. You're the master of ideas. I'm going to make you coffee as a prize...
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I should do this "good idea" shit more often.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee... I love you, Felix.
Eep (to Mouse): Mmmm. I love you too, pretty lady.
Vincent: Oof! Good gracious. I feel like I slept for 100 years. (to Poppy) Poppy, hun? Do you want some coffee?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, coffee would be great. I suppose we should get up, huh?
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm. Probably. Though I'm not feeling much inclined at the moment.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, you know what we need, honey? ... a manservant.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oooo. I like the sound of that. Why didn't I inherit one of THOSE from Alistair?
Poppy (to Vincent): I don't know, honey...
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, since I appear to be manservant-less, I suppose I'll have to go out and face the cruel world myself.
Poppy (to Vincent): You can stay, honey, I'll go get the coffee... Um... Could you please hand me my robe?
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm. I think... I'd really rather not.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well then... I'm taking the bedspread with me.
Vincent (to Poppy): No! Not the covers! You bed covering thief. Oh, alright, alright. Here. Here's your robe.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee. As if I was going to risk a scalding on my delicate skin, honey...
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, we wouldn't want that, now, would we?
Poppy (to Vincent): Would you like anything to eat while I'm up, your lordship?
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Yes. Bring us something to nosh, peasant girl... Eek! Ouch! Poppy! No pinching!
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh. You know, how I feel about the whole peasant girl thing, honey... I'll be back in a minute.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. You know I'm just kidding, hun. I mean, what kind of "aristocrat" washes dishes in an inn for two months? :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): I know, honey, but that doesn't mean, I'm not going to give you a hard time about it... Here's your coffee & a muffin.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I know, sweetie. Thank you. I am STARVING.
Poppy (to Vincent): So, any plans or ideas of what to do for the rest of the day, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): None whatsoever. Hee hee. Of course, I'm not much of a planner. The only thing I should really do at some point now that we're home is thank the Professor for saving my narrow goth ass.
Vincent (to Poppy): That's a good idea, hun. Um... If I invite him over, would you cook?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... would you like me to, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): If you don't mind. I can do it if you'd rather not, but... Well, you're a damn good cook.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, thank you, honey. I think I do alright. But, I'd be happy to do it. I mean, how can I resist cooking for two terribly attractive men? ... Oh, I'm totally dressing like Donna Reed.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Ooo! I should dress like James Stewart! Thank you, hun. I promise that I will be at your command in the kitchen!
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, you set up the dinner with Jacob... I mean, the Professor, and I'll figure out the menu, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Aye, aye.
Eep (to Mouse): No. Why?
Mouse (to Eep): They're not in the room, anymore. They must have snuck home, at some point. Sneaky little buggers.
Eep (to Mouse): Huh. Why'd they do that? I wonder why they didn't say goodbye? zzzzz
Mouse (to Eep): Heh. I'll leave you alone, sleepyhead.
Eep (to Mouse): Huh? Oh. Sorry.
Mouse (to Eep): You're cute when you're all comatose.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Well, I'm glad you think I'm cute.
Mouse (to Eep): So, are you awake enough for me to ask you something or should I wait a little while?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I think so. What's up?
Mouse (to Eep): Well, my cousin Liz called and was wondering, if her daughter, Kayla, could stay here next weekend… Kayla's apparently going to some summer program at the Piedmont and her room won't be ready until Tuesday, but the only flight they could get was on Thursday. I'm tempted to say no, because we're a bit crowded in here with all of the cats & the idea of a 16 year old girl added to it. Ugh!
Eep (to Mouse): Oh! Jesus. Yeah. More than a little bit.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, I told her I needed to talk to you first & then I'd call her back...
Eep (to Mouse): I can cope if it's only for a couple of days. I dunno, it's up to you, pretty lady.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, crap... I was hoping you'd be adamantly opposed, so I could use you for an excuse to say no. Why'd you have to go and be all reasonable? :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Probably because I'm not awake. Just say no if you don't want her here.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, it's not that I don't want her here. I mean, I haven't seen her since she was 12... I actually thought you wouldn't.
Eep (to Mouse): Honest. I don't really care. If she's a super, horrible squeally teen, we'll just pawn her off on Wanda.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, there's a thought. You're the master of ideas. I'm going to make you coffee as a prize...
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I should do this "good idea" shit more often.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee... I love you, Felix.
Eep (to Mouse): Mmmm. I love you too, pretty lady.
Vincent: Oof! Good gracious. I feel like I slept for 100 years. (to Poppy) Poppy, hun? Do you want some coffee?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, coffee would be great. I suppose we should get up, huh?
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm. Probably. Though I'm not feeling much inclined at the moment.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, you know what we need, honey? ... a manservant.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oooo. I like the sound of that. Why didn't I inherit one of THOSE from Alistair?
Poppy (to Vincent): I don't know, honey...
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, since I appear to be manservant-less, I suppose I'll have to go out and face the cruel world myself.
Poppy (to Vincent): You can stay, honey, I'll go get the coffee... Um... Could you please hand me my robe?
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm. I think... I'd really rather not.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well then... I'm taking the bedspread with me.
Vincent (to Poppy): No! Not the covers! You bed covering thief. Oh, alright, alright. Here. Here's your robe.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee. As if I was going to risk a scalding on my delicate skin, honey...
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, we wouldn't want that, now, would we?
Poppy (to Vincent): Would you like anything to eat while I'm up, your lordship?
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Yes. Bring us something to nosh, peasant girl... Eek! Ouch! Poppy! No pinching!
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh. You know, how I feel about the whole peasant girl thing, honey... I'll be back in a minute.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. You know I'm just kidding, hun. I mean, what kind of "aristocrat" washes dishes in an inn for two months? :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): I know, honey, but that doesn't mean, I'm not going to give you a hard time about it... Here's your coffee & a muffin.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I know, sweetie. Thank you. I am STARVING.
Poppy (to Vincent): So, any plans or ideas of what to do for the rest of the day, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): None whatsoever. Hee hee. Of course, I'm not much of a planner. The only thing I should really do at some point now that we're home is thank the Professor for saving my narrow goth ass.
Vincent (to Poppy): That's a good idea, hun. Um... If I invite him over, would you cook?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... would you like me to, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): If you don't mind. I can do it if you'd rather not, but... Well, you're a damn good cook.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, thank you, honey. I think I do alright. But, I'd be happy to do it. I mean, how can I resist cooking for two terribly attractive men? ... Oh, I'm totally dressing like Donna Reed.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Ooo! I should dress like James Stewart! Thank you, hun. I promise that I will be at your command in the kitchen!
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, you set up the dinner with Jacob... I mean, the Professor, and I'll figure out the menu, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Aye, aye.
