Honey: Oh jeez, um…actually, let me go last.

Claire: Well, my blindingly handsome date would come pick me up in his personal limo. Then, we’d go to the Horse De'vours or the Snapping Clam. I could order whatever I want. All of the paparazzi would be forcefully ejected, but not before catching a picture of my undoubtedly gorgeous dress. Then, we’d go out for a dance by the lake, with a hired quartet. Then, I’m home by 9, because I cannot live without enough beauty sleep.

Candle: Wow…That’s really boring.

Claire: Ugh. What about you, Candle?

Candle: Well, I’m a big fan of Netflix and chill-

Claire: Of course you are-

Candle: BUT. If we’re going out, I’d want to go to a house party. Have some fun, smoke a little, and then go back to my house where we’d order Chinese take out. Then, we eat and watch Spanish soap operas while dubbing over them. And make out a lot.

Claire: You’d make out to a Spanish soap opera? Weren’t you supposed to be like, romantic?

Candle: I’ve made out to weirder. Alright Honey, get to it.

Honey: O-Okay. Well…It would be a nice, sunny day. We could go to the botanical garden, or maybe an exotic plant greenhouse? We’d walk around a bit…Maybe we’d get ice cream…And, then we’d sit down and have a picnic. Then, we could go down to the water and watch the sun set and the stars come out together.

Candle: Holy shit, that was cheesy, man.

Honey: But the best part of it all is that no one stares at me, or points at me, or says rude things…I can really feel…I don’t know, normal. Just for a day.

((THIS TURNED SAD))