Me: …maybe.
Zach: Is this indicative of how hungry you are? You’re thinking about s’mores at six AM? When’s the last time you ate?
Me: For your information, it is ALWAYS okay to be thinking about s’mores. They’re fucking delicious.
Me: Also, I’m not sure. I think I had popcorn at like six last night? I missed dinner and I’ve been busy catching up on stuff since I got home from work.
Zach: YOU’VE BEEN UP ALL NIGHT?
Me: No. Well, sort of. I took a two-hour nap.
Zach: Go nap, Delia! I mean, eat first, but then go nap.
Me: I’m going, I’m going…
Zach: One last thing…
Zach: DOWNLOAD ATTACHMENT
Me: MARSHMALLOW IS EATING A MARSHMALLOW
Me: P.S. Cute chick slippers.
Zach: Excuse me, Wonder Woman is the shit.
Zach: Now hush and go sleep.
Me: I have napped and refreshed myself. What’s good?
Zach: I’m currently on an adventure with my roommate. We’re getting toys, food, and supplies for Marshmallow.
Me: Did you even check to see if you’re allowed to have him as a pet?
Zach: Pfft. I’m the master of research. *runs off to Google*
Me: Tsk, tsk.
Me: WAIT! What if you’re not allowed to have him? What will you do with him then?!
Zach: Excellent news! Since I technically live outside city limits, I can keep him! We’re going to have the best of times.
Me: I want to pet him. Is he with you now?
Zach: Yeah, he’s in the car with my roomie while I grab his essentials.
Zach: Ugh. I’ll have to build him stuff. I hate building things.
Me: He needs places to play!
Zach: I know, I know. I’m on it.
Me: Make sure you build it big. For his brothers…
Zach: So the S’mores clan can have a big place to play?
Me: Does this mean you’re on board with it?
Zach: The idea is growing on me…