"...um, it's not what it looks like?"

"it's probably good we didn't sleep together. you might actually start laughing at my jokes and it'd throw off our whole dynamic."

the full moon's reflection over the lake looked somehow manufactured, a little too perfect for peggy to buy it as she collected her knees to her chest. it was just the two of them and the cicadas, the fire pit continuing to burn though it was dying slowly. "so, okay, scenario — this little house breaks off of the rest of the country, we're isolated from the rest of the world all of a sudden... who are you eating first?"

"fine, i get why this works for you, the question is what's in it for me?"

"i don't know why you always get all competitive about it, you know i'm always gonna beat you in 'stupidest joke wins'. it's kinda my job, dude."

"yeah, i... i feel like i'm not doing this right, somehow."

"so i've been thinking, hey you could probably benefit from having a hot, cool friend to play wingman... and alas, here i've been, all this time. i think i'm the key to getting you a girlfriend."

"not to sound pathetic, or whatever, but... you're leaving already?"