Page 119 of Cookout Carnage
JONATHAN: Here. What happened? Juliet and I are dying.
BEN: How are you doing?
SABRINA: Oh my god, are you okay?
TRISTAN: I’m sending you a picture.
TRISTAN: Photo of Sherilyn’s left hand.
SABRINA: OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BEN: Congratulations, mate! That’s a 180 like no other.
TABI: Did you rob the rock museum?
JONATHAN: True love wins again!
RORY: Really happy for you.
TRISTAN: Photo of Tris and Sherilyn together.
TABI: Okay, okay, your smiles have melted my cold bitter heart. That and the two monsters holding my hands right now.
SABRINA: OMG YOU GUYS!!!!!! I’m crying!
JONATHAN: Me too!
BEN: Just showed it to Laurie, now she’s crying as well.
RORY: I’m not.
BEN: Neither am I. We’re British, goddammit.
RORY: Tabi, you British or crying?
TABI: Neither, Bagpipes. I’m Greek.
RORY: So, how many plates have you smashed in celebration?
TRISTAN: Photo of Tris, Sherilyn and Wiener.
SABRINA: Awwwwwwwwwww! LOVE!
TRISTAN: Photo of Tris, Sherilyn and the entire Bodean family.
TABI: Fuck me, is that Fender?
BEN: I think he’s even bigger than Jonathan and Rory.
TABI: Put together.
SABRINA: He’s got a lovely smile
TABI: Unlike Mr. Scotland ;-)
TRISTAN: Oh, and as well as agreeing to marry me, she’s not going to Guam anymore. I could not be happier. I’ve got to go now, but I’ll give you the details later.
SABRINA: Yayayayay!!!! Patrick and I can meet you both next week when you’re back in Chicago!
