"Hello?" Pt. 2

December 7th 2016

"Did you seriously wear the same socks for all your rugby matches?"

"You're still with my grandmother and sister, aren't you?"

"We're having a champagne lunch."

"How much of your lunch is champagne and how much is food?"

"You want a ratio?"

"Yes."

"Ok, it's like one hundred percent champagne and zero percent food."

"Thought as much."

"Hehe."

"Are you giggling?"

"Me, giggling? Never! Now, did you or did you not wear the same pair of socks for all your rugby games?"

"Yes."

"And did you seriously not wash them between games?"

"Nope. They were my good luck charm!"

"Oh, God. That's disgusting."

<<Ask him about the phase he went through where he wouldn't wear his boxers for a second time. He'd wear them once and then throw them away.>>

"Really, Daniel? You did that?"

"Look, how about you and those two hags carry on gossiping about me and then when you get home, you can accuse me of anything and everything and I'll answer your questions then?"

"Hags?"

<<Who is he calling a hag?>>

"-You.-"

<<That's it. I'm removing him from my Last Will and Testament. He no longer gets the Halsey portrait.>>

"Please tell my grandmother that that is a huge tragedy but I'm sure I'll get over it."

"Ok. -Connie, he says that he'll get over it.-"

<<In that case, he most definitely does inherit the portrait.>>

"Daniel? Did you hear?"

"Yes, I did."

"Good. I have to go, now. You and Connie having this conversation through me is spinning me out."

"Forgive me for saying this, but I think it's the champagne that's spinning you out."

"Maybe. Perhaps it's time to drink more."

"Or perhaps it's time to get a taxi home?"

"I don't need a taxi. We have Alistair on standby to come and pick us up."

"Do I need to call him?"

"Not yet."

"You sure?"

"Sure."

"If you're certain."

"I am."

"Ok, then. Have fun. Don't get too pissed, ok?"

"Ok, Dad."

"Glad to hear it. I love you, Soph."

"I love you, too, Daniel."

<<Oh, isn't that adorable. Young love. How cute.>>