Croot
Jesus H. Who are you, Snow White?
Me
What? No, they’re Brooks and Ev’s.
Croot
Cute.
Me
See what you’re missing out on? You can still come over. We haven’t even cut into the Who-Waters roastbeast yet.
Croot
Hard pass.
I’m going back to bed.
There’s a long pause, but I keep watching, since the dots keep showing up, then disappearing. Finally:
Croot
But thank you. For the other night.
Me
What do you mean?
Croot
You know what I mean.
Me
You woke up at some point… and didn’t murder me in my sleep? Well, consider my timbers shivered.
Croot
Don’t read too much into it.
Me
I’m sorry I broke your number one rule.
Croot
I swear to fuckin’ god, Gannett. This is why I shouldn’t have even said anything. Not everything needs to turninto a sap fest.
Me
Why not? Sap can be made into syrup. You can’t tell me your sweet tooth doesn’t love syrup.
Croot
Don’t give up your day job to become a philosopher.
