I swiftly shift back home to see what Rowans up to. Apparently after a rousing game of tag he's off to play frisbee with Monika... you could definitely do worse buddy.
Rowan- Yeah and she could never do any better.
We'll see....
Rowan- Yeah and she could never do any better.
We'll see....
Of course... please ruin the nice moment by insulting poor Monika.
Rowan- Poor MONIKA!? Poor ME! She can't throw worth a damn!! She should know when she sucks!
I think you're tired. You should go to bed.
Rowan- I'm not tired! You're tired!
Rowan- Poor MONIKA!? Poor ME! She can't throw worth a damn!! She should know when she sucks!
I think you're tired. You should go to bed.
Rowan- I'm not tired! You're tired!
Monika being a champ smooths things over with some tasty gossip. They both call it an evening... a once again thoroughly unimpressive evening.
Layla wishes to buy something over $100 so I get them a BBQ, and set up for the birthday for tomorrow!!!