Ruby: Bwah-hah-ha! Cower before me, mere mortal!
Ginger: Have you been drinking my water again?
Ruby: I rescued my husband from hordes of zombies…
Ginger: Seriously, my water does things to you and you should really know better by now.
Ruby: And I defeated my husband in a game of world domination…
Ginger: That explains the new flag I haven’t seen yet. Are you commissioning me for the design? I might have some you could use – we can just write over my name…oh, not this one, though. You just can’t name a planet ‘Bob’…
Ruby: And I made scones! Delicious, delicious scones!
Ginger: And we get to the crux of the matter.
Ruby: They’re really good.
Ruby: No. Craisin.
Ginger: Blueberry would be really good.
Ruby: Are you snubbing my awesomely delicious scones?
Ginger: Not at all. I’m just suggesting for future scone-making-world-dominating-zombie-defeating weekends that blueberry would be really good.
Ruby: You don’t have to eat my zombie-defeating scones that dominated the world.
Ginger: Okay, seriously, you drank some of my water, didn’t you?
Ruby: For the last time, you can’t bottle “Being Odd In An Adorable Manner.”
Ginger: Then why does my waterbottle have that written on it, followed by one of those little c’s in a circle?
Ruby: You have too much time on your hands and a permanent marker.
Ginger: Can you make watermelon scones?
Ruby: The next time I dominate the world, I’ll do what I can. And by “watermelon,” you really mean “Craisin,” right?
Ginger: How did you dominate the world?
Ginger: Does this have anything to do with the zombies?
Ruby: In a Ginger-Word-Math kind of a way…
Ginger: Hm. Let me think about this one.
Ruby: You’ll never guess.
Ginger: You hid Fly’s iPad when he finally went to bed after playing Plants Vs. Zombies for 28 hours straight and when he woke up in a mild state of foggy confusion, convinced him to play Pandemic with you where you used his confusion and the expansion set to your advantage so that you could be a Bio-Terrorist and start the pandemic in the virus-version of Risk. And in the midst of everything, suddenly had a craving for scones so made them on a whim.
Ginger: Where was I wrong?
Ruby: Pandemic is not a “virus-version of Risk.” And I made the scones on a cookie sheet, not a whim.
Ginger: Of course.
Ruby: How did you get the rest?
Ginger: I not only majored in Word Math – I have a PhD in it.
Ruby: You only get to say such things because you made up Word Math.
Ginger: Granted. But I like to be an expert in fields I make up.
Ruby: And who could blame you?