Matilda: I can’t believe you talked me into this.
Mia: C’mon, would it be so terrible to bump into Triss?
Matilda: Horrendous.
Mia: Psh, you want to see him-.. besides, I need a tan and a fling with a hot Tartosan goddess.
Matilda: And Ivan?
Mia: Ivan just needs a damn break.
[Matilda folded her arms in silent protest, though still nodded in agreement]
Mia: You’ve could’ve bloody replied, couldn’t you? Chatted, maybe gotten his number, an email-.. but noooo, you’ve gotta be stubborn n’ make me drag you across the ocean like we’re in some shitty romcom.
Matilda: So, you agree it’s gonna be shitty?
Mia: Ough-.. if it all goes to shit at least we’ll be on holiday; don’t be scared.
Matilda: I’m not scared.
Mia: Uh-huh, sure. I brought plenty of factor fifty and there’s a barf bag right there just in case, don’t worry.
Matilda: God, you’re annoying.
Mia: Yeah, but you love me-.. pot kettle black anyway, bitch!
…
Pixie: Why isn’t daddy coming?
Ivan: Well.. he’s got some stuff t’do, remember?
[Pixie shrugged absently, fiddling with Ivan’s sunglasses]
Ivan: Y’remember what we talked about, right?
[Pixie nodded reluctantly as Ivan poked her cheek]
Ivan: It might just be me n’ you for a while, you okay wi’ that?
Pixie: I guess-.. Judie too?
Ivan: Aye, on weekends.
Pixie: Okay…
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