Lucie: Ok, you need to start telling me why-
Grace: It’s better if I don’t tell you
Lucie: Better for who? Cause I’m not loving it. Friends, we tell each other things. There’s an exchange of information, leading to intimacy.
Grace:
Lucie: OK. Sometimes, when I’ve run out of toilet paper, I use sliced bread to clean myself. If I run out of that, I use slices of ham. It’s like a poor man’s wet wipe. I’m sharing that with you.
Grace, horrified: I really wish you hadn’t
James: Aww, you’re so romantic, lighting candles for me
Grace, drawing a pentagram: I’m about to sacrifice you, if you haven’t noticed yet.
[texting]
Jesse: Hi, who is this? Grace was bored and changed all my contacts to mythical creatures.
Lucie: What’s mine?
Jesse: Dwarf
Lucie: SHE’S SO MEAN I’M NOT THAT SHORT!
Jesse: Oh, hi Lucie
Lucie: FUCK