Darby: …O negative?
Gabe: Cute. I mean the type of guy you usually date.
Darby: This is an impossible question.
Gabe: ???
Darby: I don’t date much, okay? But I guess smart guys. Professionals. Lots of wine bars and tickets to the symphony until they get too busy to call me back.
Gabe: Still better than a dentist.
Darby: Say it again for the people in the back.
FIFTEEN DAYS BEFORE DEPARTURE
Darby: We get dressed up for Christmas Eve dinner. Is that okay?
Gabe: Like tuxedos?
Darby: Like dresses and button-down shirts with ties. Absolutely no jeans.
Gabe: Okay, I’ll pack my fanciest party dress.
TWELVE DAYS BEFORE DEPARTURE
Gabe: How do you feel about mustaches?
Darby: I hate them.
Gabe: Cool. I have a week and a half to grow one and offer your mother mustache rides every time we’re alone.
Darby: NO
Gabe: No mustache rides. Got it.
Darby: NOTHING WITH MY MOTHER.
Gabe: Your mother? Here I was thinking she was your older sister.
Darby: Our arrangement is over.
NINE DAYS BEFORE DEPARTURE
Darby: Sorry I missed your call. Hit you back tomorrow?
Gabe: Sure.
Gabe: Wait, are you out tonight? Hot date? ARE YOU CHEATING ON ME, YOUR TERRIBLE BOYFRIEND?
Darby: Yes, I’m cheating on you with three other women. We’re drinking wine and wrapping Christmas gifts tonight.
Gabe: And having sexy pillow fights, right?
Gabe: Tell me there are pillow fights, Darbs. I need this fantasy if you’re going to ignore my calls.
Gabe: Mmmm, fluffy pillows.
Darby: You are seriously disturbed.
