Fox on the couch, deschaveled, looking tired. Pixi and Jamie reclining beside him. “I… don’t know if I can take this.” “I just… know too much?” ““I don’t want to… I mean… I WANT to, but… you know. I shouldn’t-”
Pixi, “Relax, Fox. We trust you.” Jamie “You’ll do the right thing.” Pixi, “And you can look at all the menus in town…” Jamie “So long as you’re coming home hungry…”
“And you know, if you decide to bring home takeout…” “Call ahead, so we can all get some.”
Fox yelling, Pixi and Jamie laughing. Fox “YOU ARE NOT HELPING!”


