Ginger: Look! Look! Look!
Ruby: I’m…looking…at what, exactly?
Ginger: I don’t know, but you looked. That’s a start.
Ruby: Are you training me?
Ginger: Well, we’re going to go on a bus tour, so I want to make sure you know to look when I see something.
Ruby: What did you see this time?
Ginger: I think it was a bird. Or a flying spider. Or a squirrel.
Ruby: …flying spider?
Ginger: You don’t know when they’ll evolve, Ruby, and they want to evolve.
Ruby: You have a strange paranoia, Ginger.
Ginger: Yes. But you know it’ll happen.
Ruby: …wait, go back – did you say we’re going on a bus tour?
Ginger: …I was hoping you’d focus more on the flying spider.
Ruby: What kind of bus tour is this?
Ginger: It’s on a bus. And it takes us on a tour.
Ruby: What sort of a tour will we be taking on this bus?
Ginger: It might involve some sort of haunting.
Ginger: Oh, come on! It’ll be better than thinking about flying spiders!
Ruby: I have more faith in spiders learning to fly than I do in you getting me on a bus tour of hauntings.
Ginger: That’s just because you think the spiders are more determined than me.
Ruby: Ginger, I have never once considered spiders are more determined than you.
Ginger: So you’ll go with me on the bus tour?
Ginger: You’ll help me glue wings on a spider?
Ruby: …………..is it a rubber spider that we can set up to drop on Fly when he comes home from work?
Ginger: It is now!
Ruby: I’ll get the glue…