DESSIE: But in reality, I’m just back on Boomer Tech support. But we cleared the air, and he agreed to let me help out as long as I promise to keep looking for—his words: a real job.
FOX: Progress then.
DESSIE: In everything except figuring out what I actually want to do with this next chapter of my life.
FOX: I’ve got more ideas.
DESSIE: More time to troll the internet for ideas that will make me crazy, you mean?
FOX: Now you’re getting it, sugar. And so…speaking of your IT skills—did you ever think about putting those to use in other ways?
DESSIE: Um…is this some sort of weird proposition that’s going to have me selling feet pics?
FOX: Well, now that you mention it…
DESSIE: Good night, Fox.
DESSIE: But no, I don’t think IT is my future.
FOX: I’ll keep looking.
FOX: Night, sugar.
FOX: Marine biologist.
DESSIE: I hate to continue to be the Negative Nelly, but I get seasick.
FOX: *sigh*
DESSIE: I’m hopeless.
FOX: We’ll figure it out.
DESSIE: Right now I want to talk about anything that isn’t me and my empty future.
FOX: Are you coming down soon?
DESSIE: In a couple of days.
DESSIE: Did you talk to Rosie?
FOX: About Annie?
DESSIE: Yeah.
FOX: Yeah.
DESSIE: And?
FOX: And it’s still weird, but it’s Rosie. You know she won’t hold it against me. It’s just…another fucked up thing courtesy of the Donovan clan.
FOX: Plus, she was already family. The only difference is that we know we share some genes.
DESSIE: How mature of you both.
FOX: Don’t worry. I’m still looking for that frog to hide in your desk.
DESSIE: How was practice?