Ruby: Move your foot, please, I’m tidying up.
Ruby: Seriously? Over your foot?
Ginger: Admittedly, you ignored my first “Ugh,” so this was just a louder one to make sure you could catch on.
Ruby: Ah. Of course. While you feel despondent on my couch, I’ll let you match and fold socks straight out of the dryer for me.
Ginger: You’re so kind.
Ruby: I know.
Ginger: Are you going to ask me why I’m feeling despondent?
Ruby: I was going to ignore you for a little while longer.
Ginger: Until I begin matching socks?
Ruby: And folding them.
Ginger: THEN will you ask why I said “Ugh?”
Ruby: THEN, I will ask you to chop lettuce for tacos tonight.
Ginger: We’re having tacos for dinner tonight?
Ruby: We are. Fly wanted tacos and all of your emails this week have had a taco reference in them.
Ginger: You picked up on that, huh?
Ruby: I picked up on that.
Ginger: I was being subtle.
Ruby: Typing out “I really want tacos” backwards at the start of every email is not the definition of “subtle.”
Ginger: It is when you’re still fighting jetlag.
Ruby: Match and fold socks. Tacos are for dinner tonight. And if you’re very, very good, I’ll convince Fly to agree to a Serenity Party at your place.
Ruby: Yes. But you’ll have to invite Elle and her new guy, too.
Ginger: Absolutely! I will! And you’ll have so much fun! Oh – I should make sure I get the tea set ready…and the incense sticks…man, I knew I should have bought that Buddha incense holder!
Ruby: Yes. Invite the man with severe allergies to incense smoke to your incense-smoke-filled-apartment for two straight hours. That will work out perfectly.
Ginger: …does this sock match this one?
Ruby: That one is argyle.
Ruby: This one is blue striped.
Ginger: …………….I’m gonna put them together. They’re a mismatched pair, destined to be together, despite the obvious differences.
Ruby: The other argyle one is right here!
Ginger: They’re too similar. Their shared commonalities cause disharmony in the home. They need to find other partners.
Ruby: Okay, but you’re explaining to Fly when he demands why I intentionally sabotage his presentation next week by mis-matching his socks.
Ginger: Oh, no, his socks are all perfectly matched. He doesn’t wear patterned socks. I know this because he and I had a contest once to see who was more OCD and he won.
Ruby: …he was explaining to you how the international date line works.
Ginger: It sounded like him winning an OCD contest.
Ruby: I…but…yeah, it did.
Ginger: So. Taco time?
Ruby: Taco time.