Dumbello is calling...

Monday ~ 11:47 am

Dylan:

"Hel-"

Hope:

"Do you really love me?"

Dylan:

"I - what?"

Hope:

"Do you love me? Like Flex was saying earlier..."

Dylan:

"Is that... a trick question?"

Hope:

"Depends on how you answer."

Dylan:

"If I said yes, would you stop talking to me?"

Hope:

"What makes you think that I'd let you off the hook so easily?"

Dylan:

"..."

Hope:

"..."

Dylan:

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Hope:

"You know exactly what I mean... Gaston.

Dylan:

"That you still love me?"

Hope:

"Was that a crack I heard in your voice?"

Dylan:

"Nope... Flex just made me eat something funny... that's all. And now I'm cr-crying. Because - because there were too many onions."

Hope:

"Huh. What would your excuse be for that sobbing in there somewhere? That the food was lodged in your throat?"

Dylan:

"Yeah, that's right."

Hope:

"Are you gonna lie to me, Dylan?"

Dylan:

"..."

Hope:

"What?"

Dylan:

"You just called me Dylan and damn, I - I... it sounds so sweet coming from you."

Hope:

"Dylan?"

Dylan:

"Whoa - wow... um, yeah. Yeah?"

Hope:

"You didn't answer my question."

Dylan:

"I won't ever lie to you. So, yeah, I was... crying."

Hope:

"I appreciate the honesty."

Dylan:

"Can I ask you something?"

Hope:

"Sure."

Dylan:

"We good?"

Hope:

"Is that a trick question?"

Dylan:

"..."

Hope:

"What? Don't laugh! That's a genuine question! You owe me an expensive apology, obviously!"

Dylan:

"An expensive apology?"

Hope:

"Yes! An "I am sorry" won't be cut out for this."

Dylan:

"I can manage that. So again, we good?"

Hope:

"Guess, we are, Gaston."

Dylan:

"So, we are gonna go back to chatting on talkO'?"

Hope:

"You bet."

Dylan:

"You're a dream, Hope. You're a dream. Okay, bye!"

Dumbello ended the call.

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