Jack: What're you doing?
Scott: Trying to get this dog shit off my shoe
Jack: Sorry I asked
Louisa: That reminds me. You know how my birthday's coming up? Well, I was thinking maybe we could go for a meal.
Jack: What, just the two of us? Awkward.
Louisa: I meant Scott too
Jack: Oh, okay. But he'll be wearing different shoes, right?
Louisa: Me and my old friends always used to go for a meal on each other's birthdays. You know, before they decided I wasn't cool enough to hang out with them.
Jack: Well, now you're cool enough to hang out with us. Y'know, Scott, I think that's actually cat shit.
Scott: What's the difference?
Jack: Well, it came out of a cat
Louisa: So what do you think?
Jack: Yeah, I guess. Usually I just resent people on their birthdays, so this could be an interesting change of pace. Where would we go though?
Scott: Have you guys ever been to Chug-Chug? They've got these amazing magic-eye puzzles on the tablecloths.
Jack: Yeah, but if it was a choice between their food and your shoe, I'd lick the shoe
Louisa: Anyway, I was thinking maybe somewhere a bit more classy
Scott: I can't afford anywhere classy
Louisa: Oh, my mum would pay for it all. Or my dad. They're fighting over the chance to pay for it all, actually.
Jack: It's nice to know that even when people stop loving each other, they can still find ways to fight over money
