This is how it went:

Phone : Riiiiiing. Riiiiiiiiing. Riiiiiiiiing. Mother-effing riiiiiiiiing!

Ink Quill : Yes?

Primrose : Hey, Inki-Ink Quill! I wanna talk to you!

Ink Quill : You already are.*About to hang up*

Primrose : Wait! Please! I think us meeting again was fate!

Ink Quill : Haha, fate. Haha. Thank you for the chuckle. *About to hang up again*

Primrose : Oh, for Celestia's sake, Inkie, won't you listen to me?

Ink Quill (coldly) : Do not call me that.

Primrose : I meant Ink Qu-

Phone : bleep. *hung up*