But the drinks are better

[emelbe]

Me, last night, going over plans for today: …and I’m Book Clubbing tomorrow so you’ll be on your own for dinner.

Her, squinty: Do you realize what you just said? Was that on purpose?

Me, looking innocent (or sly depending on the lighting and my degree of self-delusion): Mmmmm?

Her, more squinty: That was on purpose.

Me, walking away and grinning: Oontz oontz oontz.