Summer: Oh, OH I HAVE AN IDEA TONY
Summer: Can we take the yacht to Key West?! Please?!
Tony: I guess? I don’t see why not, at any rate.
Summer: Because we’ve known each other a year. *beams*
Summer: Can we go /right now/?
Tony: You do know Key West is kind of far away by yacht, right?
Summer: … you don’t keep one down there?
Summer: Uh.
Tony: Typically, yes, but it was getting company use further north.
Summer: Oh. *sulkily* There’s always a reason we can’t do the fun things I want to do.
Tony: Well your mun tends to ask at odd hours.
Summer: … She’s just as much of an insomniac as you.
Summer: Anyway what does my mun have to do with you being married to your company?
Elspeth: because starting something at 1:00, when it is entirely possible I will fall asleep in twenty minutes, is silly
Summer: Mew. Because picking it back up the next day is hard?
Elspeth: no, but nor is starting it the next day when it isn’t 1:00 in the morning
Panya Gwynn-Eris: mrrrr
Panya Gwynn-Eris: there you go with the logic again 🙂
Elspeth: also asking ‘can we go all the way to the opposite side of the country, after broaching the topic five minutes ago and we haven’t prepared or packed in the slightest, /right now/?’ is really weird
Summer: Says the mun of the man who was elbow-deep in the engine of a classic car the morning he was supposed to go to Afghanistan.
Tony: But my pilot was at least awake and the jet was ready at that point. And I was already prepped for the trip; I was just putting off the actual leaving.
Summer: I don’t mean us to go out the door without packing or anything. *sulkily again* Can’t you just say, yes, let’s go pack?
Summer: *flops over onto Tony*
Tony: *catches*
Summer: I’m tired of New York.
Tony: Then pack a bag. The pilot’s probably awake by now.
Summer: *perks up* Yay! *bounces off*
Summer: *bounces back and drops a duffel bag at Tony’s feet* All packed, sir!
Tony: *wanders off to grab his bag* Jarvis, assemble the flight crew.
Summer: *chases Tony to glomp him from behind* Love you!
Tony: Love you, too, Sunshine. *attempts to keep walking with the attached lichen*
Summer: *laughs, wobbling, and lets go*