Eli:Don’t appreciate the sass, but we’ll move on. Where were the stitches? And why did you have to get them?
Penny:My palm. I was cutting a bagel and ended up slicing right through my hand. The bagel was later used to help sop up my blood.
Eli:Were you allowed to cut bagels after that?
Penny:Funnily enough, the next day, there was a bagel-cutting device in the kitchen. Pacey will deny it to this day, but he passed out in the car when I showed him my flapping skin. He said he was tired, but we all know the cut was too gruesome for him.
Eli:Logging that away for future teasing when we’re back to normal.
Penny:Did you do the thing I told you to do?
Eli:Pin him against the wall and give him a noogie?
Penny:Yeah.
Eli:No, because that was terrible advice.
Penny:How do you know? You didn’t try.
Eli:I ran it by Posey. He said if I was looking to get an uppercut into the ribs, then go for it.
Penny:Hmm. I thought guys liked to play around with each other like that.
Eli:That’s like me assuming you and Winnie had a pillow fight the other night when she was over.
Penny:How do you know we didn’t?
Eli:Did you?
Penny:No.
Eli:Exactly. Trust me, it was not good advice.
Penny:Do you want me to run the scenario by him and ask him what he would do if you did that?
Eli:Jesus, no.
Penny:Are you sure? I don’t mind texting him.
Eli:For the love of God, don’t text him.
Penny:I just did. Waiting on a response.
Eli:You what? Penny! Come on, seriously?
Penny:No, but hearing your whining was fun. And before you get mad, please note, I’m pregnant and don’t get to do a lot of fun things at the moment due to nausea. So give me this little thing.
Eli:You know I’m never going to be able to trust you with the number of times you’ve tricked me.
Penny:I think that’s fair.
* * *
Penny:Are you excited to only have two more games on this away trip? It’s been a long one.
Eli:I’m excited to be reacquainted with my good friend, the couch.
Penny:You realize you can sleep in my bed, right? I told you that before you left.
