Bus CXIX

Jack: What're you doing?

Scott: Trying to get this dog shit off my shoe

Jack: Sorry I asked

Louisa: That reminds me. You know how my birthday's coming up? Well, I was thinking maybe we could go for a meal.

Jack: What, just the two of us? Awkward.

Louisa: I meant Scott too

Jack: Oh, okay. But he'll be wearing different shoes, right?

Louisa: Me and my old friends always used to go for a meal on each other's birthdays. You know, before they decided I wasn't cool enough to hang out with them.

Jack: Well, now you're cool enough to hang out with us. Y'know, Scott, I think that's actually cat shit.

Scott: What's the difference?

Jack: Well, it came out of a cat

Louisa: So what do you think?

Jack: Yeah, I guess. Usually I just resent people on their birthdays, so this could be an interesting change of pace. Where would we go though?

Scott: Have you guys ever been to Chug-Chug? They've got these amazing magic-eye puzzles on the tablecloths.

Jack: Yeah, but if it was a choice between their food and your shoe, I'd lick the shoe

Louisa: Anyway, I was thinking maybe somewhere a bit more classy

Scott: I can't afford anywhere classy

Louisa: Oh, my mum would pay for it all. Or my dad. They're fighting over the chance to pay for it all, actually.

Jack: It's nice to know that even when people stop loving each other, they can still find ways to fight over money