way down 'til the fire finally dies out

Nic: No, that's the truth. I could care less. If you want to play that game, you were bored you would have stopped replying.

Chloe: Yeah, keep it in mind. I can always use the help around the office.

Chloe: No I haven't seen them. What do you mean? Depends on the bomb! I'm thinking peppermint schnapps for the Peppermint Mocha, maybe some kind of raspberry liqueur with dark chocolate. A milk chocolate bomb with Godiva chocolate liqueur would be fun for any chocolate lovers. I'm still kind of planning them out. Any suggestions?

Noah: What is it that you do?

Noah: Did you prefer email? I'm sure you can find something within your budget somewhere on there, we also take a nice card. She reminds me a lot of you actually, the better parts of course.

Savannah: No I actually prefer smoke signals. You probably have more than enough guests coming who can help you fill the void in your heart with stuff. That kind of implies that you think I have good parts.

Nicolette: Am I supposed to be your entertainment? I could care less what is boring to you.

Chloe: For some reason I was picturing your niece as a little girl but it sounds like she's much older if she was peddling silly bands! Let me know if she ever needs an internship. She sounds like the kind of woman I'd love to have on my team.

Chloe: Not much of a festive guy? The plan was to keep them neutral so that they work for everyone, versus them being Christmas or Hanukkah themed. More winter wonderland-y.

Noah: she's my brother kid he had pretty young so she's in high school now but i'll let her know.

Chloe: She sounds like a very savvy businesswoman.

Chloe: No, not really. The Peppermint Mocha ones will have some crushed candy canes but it's less about the candy cane and more about the mint aspect.

Noah: She is, she was selling those silly bandz to her firstgrade class until the school told her she couldn't do that anymore.

Savannah: No I'll tell you, it seems like we both have a lot to catchup on, but I'm not doing it over fucking text. I'm sure as fuck not getting you a present. I should sent back my invitation. Oh great, is she a stone cold pyschopath too?

Nicolette: I'm not even convinced they're your thoughts. I think you just think it will effect me much more than it will.

Chloe: You know those hot chocolate bombs that are all over lately?

Chloe: I've figured out a way to make boozy ones and am going to make a few batches this week to taste test flavor combos. Any chance you're free and want to help taste?

Noah: I think my niece is selling those through her instagram now.

Nicolette: Not accounting for the fact that I don't care nearly enough to try.

Noah: enlighten me then. Don’t forget to rsvp, she wants a good head count. You’re more than able to meet with her I’m not stopping you

Savannah: That's a conversation for a different time Noah. I'm not going to your fucking wedding. Oh no? Fine, I can see my text to her now, 'hey Noah invited me to your wedding. We should get drinks, discuss what a douchebag he is.'

Noah: Prove me wrong then

Nicolette: How would you propose I do that?

Savannah: God you don't even know what you're talking about. Yeah I got the invitation, I was pretty surprised. Oh don't tempt me. I think we could have a great time over a few drinks.

Savannah: I thought maybe you had just decided to let yourself go. That must be really embarrassing for your future wife. Or maybe she doesn't care? Is she a slob?

Noah: but am I wrong?

Nicolette: Only entirely.