FOX: Pucks and sticks and my teammates trying to figure out why I’m smiling like an idiot all the time.
DESSIE: Well…
FOX: Well what?
DESSIE: Did they figure it out?
FOX: We’re all spending a ton of time in close contact with little to keep us busy, what do you think, sugar?
DESSIE: That hockey players gossip worse than the citizens of River’s Bend.
FOX: Bingo.
FOX: They know it’s a woman and they want to meet you. Especially Smitty.
DESSIE: That’s…terrifying.
FOX: Apparently he dreams of being a matchmaker.
DESSIE: Also terrifying.
FOX: I told him I’m already matched up.
DESSIE: …
FOX: Too much?
DESSIE: I…
DESSIE: For once, I think that it might not be enough.
FOX: Fuck.
DESSIE: What?
FOX: I wish it was a five minute drive away so I could come over and kiss you for that.
DESSIE: Good.
FOX: It’s good I’m getting blue balls from missing you?
DESSIE: It’s good because it means you still want me to come down tomorrow.
FOX: I want you to come down forever.
DESSIE: …
FOX: Too much?
DESSIE: Maybe.
DESSIE: But I think…I like it.
DESSIE: Good luck at the preseason game.
DESSIE: See you tomorrow.
DESSIE: Sorry the game went to hell.