Emi: Okay, Tori and Twig, you two will be headed up next and we'll....(DING DONG!)
Emi: Who would be arriving now? Maybe the mail. Yeah, probably the mail. Hey, Miri!
Miranda: Yeah?
Emi: Get the door, okay?
Miranda: Oh yeah, right on it. Because I live to serve and all.
Miranda: Yeah? What?
Rowan: Hi, um... my name is Rowan. I just got here from Canada and...
Miranda: Yeah, we don't want any magazines. Glad you're off drugs, or whatever else you're using as a selling tactic.
Rowan: But I...
Miranda: At least the magazine sales guys are getting cuter. Better luck at the next house, dude.
(closes door, which is suddenly held open by Emi)
Emi: Miri! What are you doing?
Miranda: Well my mistake. I didn't think we wanted any magazines. But whatever.
Emi: Hi... you must be Rowan. I'm Emi, it's so wonderful to finally meet you. I am so sorry about the misunderstanding, please come in.
Miranda: (muttering to self) Fine. Buy yourself some subscription to a magazine from a cute Canadian. See if I care. It's your money, fool. Harumph.