"I have good news, I have good newsssss!" Ira squeals on her phone to her best friend, Lilly.

"Oh. My. God. You did not. THAT WAS SO FAST AGAHHAHAHAH OMG," a rush of shrieks enter from the other side of the line as Lilly finds out about Ira's pregnancy.

"I know. I knowwwwww!"

"So, what gender is it? Can it please be a girl, like I would love to have a niece. I don't want a nephew," Lilly makes a 'bleurgh' sound over the phone.

"Yeah, Lilly, I was thinking. Instead of you being the 'non-biological crazy aunt', do you wanna be the godmother..."

"Oh My God yes yes yes of course Ira yes yes. I wish I could hug you right now. Yes."

"Good."

"Have you talked to Rohan about this?"

"Rohan? Oh yeah, I'll do that later--"

The man in question barges into the room. Thoughtless about the expensive phone, he cuts the call and smashes it on the floor.

"Stop, Rohan stoppppp," her cry is in the midst of a furious game between a phone and a foot.

"Why. Should. I. You're using this phone to talk bs about me to your friends. Aren't you? Ira! You're such a goddaming snake."

Final sentences said: doors slam and shatters of phones are left in pieces on the floor- the glass embedding themselves into feet.