“Uh, no. This is confidential. Must be said in person.”
She watches as he stumbles his way out of bed. When’s a good time to tell him she broke his door to get in here? After the tea, probably?
“Have your tea, by all means. I’m telling you after the first sip.”
“Is this the kind of conversation we could have had over the phone, later?”
Danny rubbed his face as he threw off the covers and put two feet to the floor.
“Preferably after I’ve had some tea?”
< nice to let the dork out with Peter. He doesn’t ever rib her for this stuff. Cameras and film and now overly priced plastic bricks.
“Everyone knows cool people say how cool they are, yeah. So, what’s the procedure?”
“Fair point. The second you call me some kind of brickhead is the second preceding me showing your head actual brick.”
She holds the box out to him, chewing her lip a little. This is totally dorky. She hasn’t done anything so dorky since high school, pre-coma. It’s kind of >
“I’ve learned not to judge a book by its cover, doubly so when it comes to you.”
He inspects the shaken set and gives an approving nod.
“Very cool, yes. I’m the arbiter of cool, you know, they say I’m King Cool even.”