Mark: Cordy. I know you’re still reading these. Talk to me.
Cordelia: I’m not helpless.
Cordelia: Sure, I’m silly and WHATEVER but I’m not an idiot.
Mark: You’re not an idiot.
Cordelia: Aren’t you at church? We can talk later.
Mark: 2HR time difference, remember? And yes we WILL talk later. Aren’t you at church?
Cordelia: House church. Can’t get out of the driveway. Snow and stuff.
Mark: Be safe.
Cordelia: Stop saying that! What are you, my mom???????
Mark: Zipping…
Mark: JK. One more thing. For your house church: Proverbs 19:20: “Listen to advice and accept discipline, and at the end you will be counted among the wise.”
Cordelia: You are LITERALLY the worst. Go bug someone else. BYE.
Mark: Don’t tell any of the online people where you live.
Cordelia: BYEEE
Mark: Promise me.
Cordelia: Yes, okay, fine. No telling good-looking men that I meet online where I live because that would be moronic.
Cordelia: I’M NOT AN IDIOT.
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Bing!
Gilbert: Morning, Champ. I know it’s too late for church. Sorry I didn’t get the drive unblocked earlier, but it’s clear now.
Cordelia: Oh! Awesome. Thanks. I didn’t realize you were out there, I would have joined you.
Gilbert: Should I pretend I didn’t see you watching from the kitchen window?
Cordelia: Gah! They’re on to me. Who keeps ratting me out???
Gilbert: *GIF of Michael Scott peeking through window blinds*
Cordelia: I’m having lunch with Diana and the gang, want to come?
Gilbert: *Typing bubbles appear and disappear*
Cordelia: There’s plenty of food. And of course I’m bringing my leftovers from work.
Gilbert: You have the coolest job.
Cordelia: *GIF of the animated Alice in her blue dress and white apron dipping into a prim curtsy*
Gilbert: I usually have Sunday lunch with Aunt J