Gael: Have you packed?
Brynn: Uhm, yes?
Gael: Tch, liar.. we leave in less than six hours!
Brynn: I’ll be ready!
[Pinching the bridge of his nose, Gael takes a deep, calming breath]
Gael: You’re killing me here, Brynn.
Brynn: So dramatic.
[Gael plays along, flopping onto the couch with a huge sigh worthy of a drama queen]
Gael: I’m literally dying, and you don’t even care.
Brynn: We all die slowly.
Gael: Wow, that’s dark.
Brynn: What did I say?
[Gael grumbles something intelligible]
Brynn: I say I not take trips with you anymore, not if you fuss.
Gael: I just don’t understand how you can leave everything ‘til the last minute.
Brynn: What’s the worst that happens, I forget toothbrush? I buy a new one.
Gael: You could forget something more important…
Brynn: Like passport you already took from me and put in safe place?
Gael: [laughs] Okay, okay.
Brynn: One more episode of mush, then I pack.
Gael: You could multitask..?
