Ruby: Are you okay?
Ruby: That’s not technically a word.
Ruby: Why are you laying facedown on my couch and trying to talk to me?
Ruby: Sit up when you try to talk to me. I’m too tired to translate right now.
Ginger: First of all, I wasn’t originally trying to talk to you while laying facedown on your couch.
Ruby: Yeah, that answers everything.
Ginger: Second, I was trying to nap.
Ruby: Facedown in a throw pillow?
Ginger: Third, “hfff” was technically a word when I said it. The pillow just happened to muffle the recognizable sound of ‘yes.’
Ruby: Let’s start with the simple question. Why were you trying to nap on my couch?
Ginger: Your place is on my way home from work. Plus if I’m here when you get home, sometimes I can subtly arrange it so you invite me to stay for dinner.
Ruby: Why were you facedown in a pillow?
Ginger: It was a long day at work. I was sort of hoping to fall asleep while screaming my frustrations into the pillow.
Ruby: Do you ever think that if you went to bed at a normal hour and got enough sleep, you’d be less frustrated with things at work?
Ginger: I tested that theory once.
Ginger: The amount of sleep I do or do not have when working makes absolutely no dent in the complex idiocy of the people in the world around me.
Ruby: Are you sure?
Ginger: Maybe we could convince them to sleep in later, and then we could test the reverse of your theory!
Ruby: But, Ginger…wait, would I get to sleep in later, too?
Ginger: …do you want to?
Ruby: Kinda, yeah.
Ginger: Then, yes. Because I’m always nice to you.
Ruby: You tried to give me a live chicken for my birthday.
Ginger: Lightbulb weeps nightly that you rejected him. Not terribly manly of him, but…
Ruby: But he is actually a she, so, it’s really okay.
Ginger: Do you want tacos for dinner?
Ruby: Are you going to finish your nap before Fly gets home so we can all go get tacos together?
Ginger: Well, if you insist on inviting me…
Ruby: You’re really not that subtle, y’know.
Ginger: Don’t tell Lightbulb. He thinks I’m extremely subtle.