FOX: I’m surrounded by far too many boxes.
DESSIE: Moving sucks.
FOX: And here I thought you were going to offer to help.
DESSIE: I have a very important job interview all of a sudden.
FOX: Where?
DESSIE: My bed.
FOX: Rude.
DESSIE: Fox?
FOX: Yeah?
DESSIE: I’ll be down tomorrow to hang with Rosie and Bailey, do you want me to stop by?
FOX: Yes.
DESSIE: You sure?
FOX: Do I need to remind you about our conversation from last night?
DESSIE: No.
DESSIE: I’ll be there around five.
DESSIE: Nice goal, princess.
FOX: Just because it bounced off my ass and into the net doesn’t make it count any less. How’d you even watch the game, anyway? It’s not televised.
DESSIE: The team was streaming it on social media. I didn’t see the whole thing, but I saw enough.
FOX: Great.
DESSIE: Hey. I think it should have counted for twice as much considering it hit off both cheeks.
FOX: Funny.
FOX: Still, gonna let the stats guy know.
DESSIE: I expect payment for my services in the form of cookies.
FOX: Noted. Next time you come down.
DESSIE: Which is code for you having more boxes for me to unpack.
FOX: Maybe.
FOX: So, did Roger let you back into the bar?
DESSIE: Only to have a drink. Though, he did let me show him how to run the inventory system. Or attempt to anyway. I have the feeling it’s going to require some serious work getting it back into shape before long.
FOX: Maybe that’s your way back on the payroll?
DESSIE: Sabotage? I like the way you think.