Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
Warren: *picture of pomegranate in hand*
Harriet: Oh, cute! And I didn’t know that.
Warren: It’s also technically a berry.
Harriet: Someone has some spare time on their hands. Are you at home?
Warren: Yeah.
Harriet: Me too. About to get comfy on the sofa to watch Princess Diaries.
Warren: Never heard of it.
Harriet: Warren! It’s the 21st Century’s best coming of age film. How can you not have heard of it?
Warren: Maybe I’ll watch it with you. What channel is it on?
*2 hours later*
Warren: Lily pissed me off! She’s a terrible friend.
Harriet: RIGHT?!
Harriet: I think I felt a kick!
Warren: Button is getting strong! What did it feel like?
Harriet: A little flutter. At first, I thought it was indigestion (sorry, TMI), but it’s happened four times in the last hour.
Harriet: Things are getting real!
Warren: They really are.
Warren: Let me know the next time it happens.
Harriet: How do you feel about the name Zacharias?
Warren: Do you want my honest opinion?
Harriet: Always.
Warren: I’m not feeling it.
Warren: Edward?
Harriet: Nah, too Twilighty.
Warren: Ah, yeah, the sparkly guy.
Harriet: Ugh, this is impossible.
Warren: We’ve got ages to decide. Have you thought of any girl’s names?
Harriet: I hate them all! Our child is going to be nameless.
Warren: I kinda like Button. Very unique.
Harriet: You are so unhelpful!
Warren: How’re things?
Harriet: Busy! One of the other bartenders called in sick, so I’ve picked up a couple of extra shifts.
Warren: Make sure you’re taking it easy.
Harriet: I am, but I could do with the extra cash. I think my furnace needs servicing.
Warren: That’s your landlord’s responsibility.
Harriet: He’s useless.
Harriet: I’ve actually been meaning to text you. Would you like to come see the distillery next week?
Warren: Oh, sure. Sounds fun.
Harriet: My friends will be there too…
Warren: Does that include the scary one with purple hair? Parker, right?
Harriet: The one and only.
Warren: Count me in.