Lincoln: How are you? How is Poe?
Nova: We’re both good, just staying busy. It’s been pretty quiet here in the house. I think she misses you and Nash.
Lincoln: Is she the only one who misses us?
Nova: Maybe not.
Lincoln: Who else would there be?
Nova: Why don’t you go ahead and guess?
Lincoln: Riley?
Nova: Definitely not.
Lincoln: Hmmm… I don’t know. Maybe you can help me out here.
Nova: Do you want some hints?
Lincoln: That would be very helpful.
Nova: Well, she’s your roommate. She makes a mean chicken piccata. She loves astronomy.
Lincoln: She smells like flowers and has the softest lips.
Nova: She can’t stop thinking about you.
Lincoln: She sounds pretty fucking amazing.
Lincoln: Correction: she is fucking amazing.
Nova: Okay, you must be drunk or something.
Lincoln: Nope. Not at all, actually.
Nova: When will you be back?
Lincoln: Four days.
Nova: That feels so long. How have things been going?
Lincoln: Good. We only lost one game.
Lincoln: I’m ready to come home, though.
Nova: We’re ready for you to come back.
Nova: I know Poe is getting tired of only having me for her tea parties.
Lincoln: Tell her that when I get home we have a date.
Nova: She’ll be so excited.
Lincoln: What about you?
Nova: What about me?
Lincoln: Do I get to take you on a date too?