Brooke:Let me guess. Someone was walking along Old County Road last week and they were struck in the leg with a golf ball. They contacted the sheriff directly because what else would you do about a non-event in the Cove? And the sheriff determined a few teenage boys were practicing their chip shots in their backyard. No charges were pressed.
Annette:Nope, not that one.
Brooke:Okay, let me think.
Brooke:Was it the car stopped between Jeffries Point Road and Main Street a little before midnight last night? The one where the guy had a craving for meatballs but wasn't sure where to go at that hour so he stopped in the damn intersection?
Annette:I hope you find this amusing, my dear.
Brooke:It's not amusing. It's the official Talbott's Cove sheriff's log. It's printed in the Talbott's Cove Times.
Annette:Wait, so…you read that? For funsies?
Brooke:No, I sure don't but my father does. Since he only knows how to read on the best of his days, I get to read those entries to him every bloody morning.
Annette:Wow. Okay. I hadn't heard about the guy with the meatballs.
Brooke:I want to know if he got any. The sheriff's log really needs to provide more follow-up details. Can you ask Jackson about that?
Annette:I'll see what I can do.
Annette:The story he did tell me involved you and JJ. Believe me when I tell you he was completely scandalized by the conversation he observed.
Brooke:Whatever he heard was out of context, I assure you.
Annette:There was no ultimatum issued? Nothing about giving you something worth staying awake? And he didn't offer up a semi-threatening response about making you regret that ultimatum?
Brooke:Pillow talk.
Annette:…in the middle of a tavern?
Brooke:Um, okay, Miss Judgypants.
Annette:Stop it.
Brooke:I didn't realize you'd apply your contempt and condemnation like strawberry jam all over my toasty sex life.
Annette:No contempt, no condemnation. Just really amused to find your under-the-radar, no-strings, no-big-deal dick appointment is now an in-public, sexy-ultimatums-and-threats kind of relationship. If I had to guess, I'd say you'll be sharing a Netflix account within two months.
Brooke:Is that what couples do now? They share streaming accounts? What is this world we live in?
Annette:It's crazy, I know.
Annette:In other news, I have some fabulous ideas for double dates!
Brooke:I didn't understand a single word in that sentence.
Annette:Just you wait. I'll extract my vengeance for your months of secret-keeping.
Brooke:Fuck, you are evil. Diabolical. Why does anyone think you're the nice one?
Annette:Because I let them believe it.
Brooke:Wow. Just…wow.
Brooke:The Good Witch wasn't good, was she? It was an act and she had the right look for it.
Annette:And the Wicked Witch wasn't wicked, honey. She'd just taken too much of everyone's shit to play nice anymore.
