Lucky:
I don’t want you to. I like you unfiltered.
Dollancie:
How do you have your phone anyway?
I wasn’t expecting you to see that message until tomorrow, when your birthday is over.
Lucky:
The psych doctor on duty is on his third pee break of the day. He takes precisely three minutes and forty seconds each time.
Dollancie:
You’ve been timing him?
You’re such a nerd. LOL.
Lucky:
I have one minute left, and you wanna use it to insult me?
Dollancie:
Well, I guess there’ll be time for that later.
Lucky:
Yeah. So, what are you doing until I get home?
Dollancie:
I’m gonna start you a new cake tonight. It’ll keep me busy. The one I started a few days ago didn’t look so appealing this morning.
No, it’s a hard black mess that’s melted to the stand I placed it on to set. I suppose my mind being elsewhere really didn’t enhance my baking skills. Hopefully, that isn’t the case today, as my mind is at the hospital with Ambrose.
Lucky:
I’m not fussy. Don’t stress over it.
Dollancie:
You are fussy. You had comments on my stew.
Lucky:
I still ate it, though.
Dollancie:
Well, thanks for torturing your taste buds on my behalf.
I might take Bubbles into town. All by myself. If I feel brave enough. I think she’s looking for you, and I got a little upset with her yesterday. Now, I feel bad.
Lucky:
I’m sorry.
