The Supermodel Arrives
Syrinx: So, how was your flight?Lacrimosa: Horrid. Absolutely horrid. There were screaming children everywhere, who were clearly not given enough Benadryl. And of course the woman next to me was drowning in cheap perfume. Cheap perfume she probably wouldn't have had to wear at all if she would just bathe occasionally.
Syrinx: Well, um... at least the flight landed on time.Lacrimosa: My flight landed on time, God only knows where or where the flight that they put my LUGGAGE on is going to land. Idiots.
Syrinx: So... it looks like it's going to rain.Lacrimosa: Good, just looking around I would say that this state is badly in need of a bath. Wash off some of the grime. Is it ALWAYS this dingy here?
(driving in silence)
Syrinx: We should make it home before the rain hits, we'll see about getting your laptop set up on the wireless and then we'll have some dinner. Sound okay?Lacrimosa: Whatever. As long as it doesn't involve driving anywhere else. I'm a little embarrassed to be seen in a car this out of fashion.
Syrinx: (sigh) Well, here we are.Lacrimosa: Is that a TREE in the middle of your house?
Syrinx: It sure is! That's why it's affectionately referred to as "The Treehouse".Lacrimosa: There isn't going to be any climbing though, right? I mean, I was expecting rustic and dirty, but living in a tree.
Syrinx: (sigh) No... no climbing, Lacrimosa. No climbing.