7. My Crepe

P:”What’s that?”

R:”It is a Suit.

Surely, it isn’t the 1st time you see 1.”

P:”You always wear a Suit.

That’s a Costume.”

Emma:”That’s a Dress.”

P:”Yeah.

I see that.”

His costume.

Her dress.

I though we were just going out to eat crepes.

We get in the restaurant.

Dark tiled floor.

Bright walls.

A mat finish on the furniture.

Doesn’t look excessively expensive.

Just good.

People are dressed to get in.

Waiters look at me.

1 of them comes.

Waitress:”Maybe you’re looking for the bar?”

P:”What?”

R:”It was a table for 3.”

Waitress:”But, you’re…

Oh, yes.”

She installs us.

Waitress:”Would you like to order now?”

Emma:”Is today the day?”

Waitress:”The day…

Oh, you can.

Yes, it is up to you.”

Emma:”We’ll have 3 special Fenulcia, please.

And you?”

P:”I…”

Emma:”It was a joke.

There’s 1 for you of course.”

R:”You’re staring at me.”

P:”The vest is…”

R:”It is?”

P:”Looks like you’ve got boobs.”

Emma:”Hey.”

P:”Yeah.”

Emma:”What would you do if you were invincible?”

P:”I’m not.”

Emma:”If you were.”

P:”I’d just…

Do my usual thing.”

Emma:”Bah…”

P:”What’s that?”

Emma:”No ambitions.

No aspirations.

No caramels.”

Waitress:”Here it is.”

Emma:”It looks fabulous.”

P:”Looks like the 1st time you see it.”

Emma:”The little pleasures in life can be rediscovered every day.”

R:”Do you need more milk?

You can have mine.”

P:”You bet she can.”

R:”Dear…”

Emma:”You didn’t answer.”

P:”Why this?”

Emma:”Because.”

P:”Because…”

Emma:”There are many things.”

P:”I’d, in the end…

Experiment.”

Emma:”Experiment?”

P:”What’s Invincible?

Just means you can’t be killed.

You’ll die of age.

Either way, it’s not really invincible.”

Emma:”If you could never age.”

P:”Not sure it’s that valuable.”

R:”You wouldn’t want to become ageless?”

P:”Can you do that?

If you’re alive you change.

That’s how life is.

Your physique may stay the same.

Almost the same.

Because…

When your mind changes, your body will.”

Emma:”Hum…”

P:”?”

Emma:”That’s sounds inconspicuous.”

P:”You said it.”

R:”Do you enjoy it?”

Emma:”Yes.”

P:”What’s this?”

Emma:”Milkshake.”

P:”Why that thick?”

Emma:”It’s made of Ice cream.

Honey Ice.

Ice Honey.

Made by Ice bees.

They’re the best workers.”

P:”They can live in frozen places?”

Emma:”Do not disrespect the Insects.

They do lots of things.”

P:”…”

Emma:”They do.

They don’t ask why.

They are relevant.”


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