Ruby: Ginger, are you home?
Ginger: Yup. What’s up?
Ruby: I brought champagne.
Ginger: How did you know?
Ruby: Know? Know what?
Ginger: I got an award at work.
Ruby: I got a new title at work.
Ginger: You did? Really? That’s awesome! Was there a ceremony and a sword?
Ruby: What? No…why would there be a ceremony? Or a sword?
Ginger: You got a title. I’m assuming you were named Baroness of All Computers.
Ruby: I was not.
Ginger: Did you at least get the deed to a castle?
Ruby: I was not named Baroness of All Computers. I did not receive a castle.
Ginger: But you were given a title.
Ruby: Yes, Ginger, I was named Baroness of Strategic Planning. I received a ship and now I’m required to periodically attend formal events in a silver gown and wear the sash with my title printed on it in binary.
Ginger: Should I now curtsy every time I address you?
Ruby: Only when I enter the room.
Ruby: So why did you win an award?
Ginger: I don’t know. It’s just going to end up on the shelf with the others.
Ginger: I win awards for weird things. But I’ve never been awarded with a barony.
Ruby: It’s an honor you should really strive for. I can’t be seen in the company of a non-titled person without some blowback from my peers.
Ginger: Well, obviously. I mean, I wouldn’t expect you to jeopardize your place in society just to be seen with a lowly, award-winning, well-educated woman of good standing.
Ruby: Clearly. After all, you have no title.
Ginger: Well, I do, it’s just not something I flaunt.
Ruby: Office Lackey isn’t a title, Ginger.
Ginger: Then why is it on my business cards?
Ruby: Because you got bored and printed them yourself one afternoon at work.
Ginger: I fail to see your point, m’lady.
Ruby: I’m taking away your romance novels.
Ginger: I got most of them from your library, anyway.
Ruby: Point taken.