Kristen: “Yeah well, your gonna have a little more to do tonight.”

Tina: “Great. So other than saving me from a life of boredom, what brings you into my neck of the woods?”

Kristen: “Lets see, you never return my phone calls, emails, or threatening text messages, so I figured I had to come by and see what was up between the “marshmallow” and the “hot chocolate.” I thought bombarding you face to face with questions would be the only way.”

Tina: “Ah, I see well ask away.”

Kristen: “First: What’s been going on between you two? Have you done the hibbidy dibiddy? Are you getting married? Do you want to adopt two little boys? Because I have some in stock. I am totally in the dark here, so you have to fill me in on what has transpired since we’ve talked.” Kristen finished as she and Tina moved into the kitchen.

Tina: “Wow. Ok. Lets see. We have none done the hibiddy dibibby. Yet. Almost came close in my office last week. Quiet.” She cut off Kristen who had opened her mouth to ask a question. “We have no plans on getting or adopting your two adorable boys.”

Kristen: “Wait. So what happened in your office last week? I want the whole story.”

Tina: “Last Monday she got sick from some bad oysters and I took care of her. She was so cute Kristen. So I made her some chicken soup and an apple pie”

Kristen: “Damn, she has you that whipped already? Cooking for her in the first month. I need to know her secret. Jared didn’t even cook for me when I had pneumonia.”

Tina: “***** you, I am not whipped. Anyways, I stayed over with her, which by the way, was like the greatest. I have never slept so well, as I slept with her. So, the next day she brought flowers to my office, as a gracious gesture. Next thing I know, we are on my desk, clothes half off and Mac comes barging in ruining everything.”

Kristen: “Hold on. I need details, so be thorough.”

Tina huffed a little before replying “Alright. She comes in, gives me the flowers, I kiss her. We go at it. She rips my blouse, I giver her a hickey, and by the time Mac comes in, I’m lying on my back on top of my desk with a stack of scripts on the floor and wondering where the nearest hotel is.”