Ruby: Ginger, are you home?
Ginger: I’m still not speaking to you.
Ruby: Really? You’re not speaking to me?
Ginger: Nope. Not since you compared pies to sparkly vampires.
Ruby: I only used what you taught me.
Ginger: I never taught you to use Word Math against me!
Ruby: What was I supposed to do? You use it against me all the time. I learn by example, Ginger.
Ginger: You do not! You learn by books, by rote and by visual aid!
Ruby: Says you. And only you.
Ginger: And your mother.
Ruby: When did you last talk to my mother?
Ginger: It was Thanksgiving. I had to do something while pretending I was too busy to help with the food.
Ruby: Why didn’t you just help with the – never mind. I’ve had your cooking.
Ginger: I know, right?
Ruby: Oh, speaking of which, I came over to eat the leftovers your sister said she sent with you specifically for me.
Ginger: Yeah, there’s something with chick peas and orange chunks in the fridge for you.
Ruby: You should really work on your salesmanship.
Ginger: You should really work on taking smelly food things out of my fridge.
Ruby: Yeah, okay.
Ginger: Do you promise to never compare delicious pies to twinkly teen pop fads ever again?
Ruby: Not really.
Ginger: Do you at least pretend to promise?
Ginger: I have homemade apple pie from my sister.
Ruby: I promise to not compare delicious pie from your sister’s kitchen to twinkly teen pop fads.
Ginger: I’ll take it.
Ruby: And so will I.
Ginger: Just half.