“I think it’s the Ramadan we’re on.”
“We were on the Ship last time?”
“I think so, or chowder.”
“Remember —?”
“I don’t know, it’s been so long.”
“Yeah, because you went to the desert or the bush looking for sage for like forever.”
“Sorry about it.”
“You said you’d be gone a week.”
“My plans changed, just like yours did.”
“Are you upset?”
“No, just acknowledging you backed out the morning of.”
“Dude, it’s not like I had a choice. My grandma called the night before and surprised us with a mother-son trip. It was a spontaneous thing. I couldn’t not go. Plus, it was for her birthday.”
“Your mom’s birthday was months ago, but, I mean, yeah, you chose right.”
“Every day is your birth day is how I choose to live my life, I don’t know about you.”
“You don’t, do you?”
“Why are you so bitter towards me lately?”