PM: Hey, Dr. Gilmour! I wanted to apologize for missing out on what I’m sure was a bomb-ass party, but I was taking care of the kittens and get this whole anxiety thing when it comes to too many people in one place. I was wondering if I could maybe make it up to you by cooking for you? Unemployment has done wonders for my skills and I make a killer quiche. Or whatever you want. I owe you, Miss.
[PM]: My my my, Miss Hayes. First our scene, then this party... I’m almost beginning to wonder if you’re avoiding me.
You needn’t apologize, though. It was a wonderful evening. If you would like to cook something for me, we may be able to arrange that. I’m looking into throwing a small welcome home dinner for my daughter, and I could use someone to help me prepare food.
