Damaged at Best

Yes please. Why would you look for friends in a library?

You don't think I can have nerdy friends?

Do you know where the library is?

Yeah. I've had to go in there to search for friends before. Need me to show you?

No it’s fine. I’m going anyway.

Good talk.

I just don’t want to speak with anyone.

Probably my cue to go then, huh?

Just leave me alone, okay?

What did I do to you?

Nonono, figuratively as in I just want to go and toy with their emotions and then leave. After all those neglectful two deserve it. —I mean, it’s mostly the older people that eat it, but fish eggs are just grotesque. You actually ate that? 

You're out for revenge. Okay. I don't know if I really fault you for it. I know the feeling. Good caviar is amazing. It's like wine. If you get the cheap stuff, it's shit but the good quality stuff is like heaven. Of course I did. I used to request it all the time. Or whenever I could.

As I should be if I want to emancipate myself—even though I am of age, but figuratively. [raises a curious brow] You’re actually a fan of that stuff? Alright..well, I’ll go talk to my chef. 

You make it sound much more complicated than it needs to be. Why does having money make things so much more complicated I thought the point was to make things easier. [shrugs] I don't see what everyone's problem with it is. It's fucking magical. The one thing I've really missed.

Hm, that sounds reasonable. However, I do have a plan of my own, which is why I will be attending. Make them look like bigger asses to the press, take my leave and let them be devoured by them while I shall go off and enjoy the rest of my evening. 

Sounds like you've got it covered. Steal some caviar for me while you're at it?