Ginger: Lightbulb is going to love his new friend!
Ruby: I still can’t believe I let you talk me into this.
Ginger: It was early morning and I was in a yarn store with barely any caffeine in me…
Ruby: You had three cups – on the ride over to the yarn store!
Ginger: And you had tricked me into believing it was a store made of yarn.
Ruby: You weren’t listening to logic.
Ginger: When do I listen to logic?
Ruby: …the signs were all there. I don’t know how I missed them.
Ginger: I can’t wait to see how Lightbulb will react when I give him Mrs. Lollipop!
Ruby: …you named it Mrs. Lollipop??
Ginger: Well, of course. What would you name a rubber chicken knitted entirely out of yarn?
Ginger: There you have it. Her name is Mrs. Yolanda Lollipop. She’s a widow, of course, otherwise, why would she be interested in Lightbulb’s manly musk?
Ruby: Okay, for the last time, Lightbulb is a CHICKEN. Not a ROOSTER.
Ginger: So you’re not denying chickens have musk?
Ruby: …I give up.
Ginger: Oh! Look! Lightbulb is snuggling with Mrs. Lollipop!
Ruby: …that is honestly the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.
Ginger: Meh. I’ve seen weirder.
Ruby: …when you were awake?
Ginger: Oh. Then…no.