— I dreamt about kitties. That's not good.
— How come?
— Now I want a kitty.
— We can't have a kitty.
— We could have a kitty.
— I'm saying we can't. Kitties don't like me. Actually, kitties don't like you.
— Of course they like me, what's there not to like?
— Our landlord doesn't allow animals, you know that.
— Why do we live in this building, after all?
— Don't push that button, come on.
— We could have a ferret.
— A ferret is not a kitty.
— You do have a point.
— We could indeed have a puppy.
— The landlord doesn't like animals in the building.
— We both like puppies, and puppies like both of us.
— How are we supposed to hide a puppy from the landlord? When we leave on the afternoon and it starts crying all over?
— You didn't think that through with the kitty?
— ...Not really. Look, it's Valentine's.
She was staring at the calendar on the wall.
— You only noticed that now?
— As if we care about Valentine's.
— Don't bunch me up with you.
He hands her a present wrapped in blue paper.
— You got me a Valentine's gift?
— Well I figured, since we both don't have valentines...
— Since we're both stuck, you mean. But come on, I didn't get you anything.
— So what's that awesome customized pen that I found by my night stand?
— Oh, that? You're welcome.
— Idiot. I'm off.
— See you.
He leaves. She opens the present and right afterwards sends him text messages.
"Hey, you got me a stuffed kitty!"
"That's so cute of you, and admirably telephatic, by the way."
"Love you, just so you're wondering."
"I know. Idiot."
