Aidan:I finally pinned her down.
Finn:Who?
Aidan:Savannah. She’s a sly witch, I swear.
Finn:Lol. You know that’s your future bride you’re talking about, don’t you?
Aidan:Oh, yeah. I’m not complaining about her being a sly witch. It’s one of her better qualities.
Finn:Then… what?
Aidan:She agreed to get married at the end of May.
Finn:You’re going to wait that long?
Aidan:I like the idea of a spring wedding.
Finn:You? Not her?
Aidan:Yeah, yeah. Give me shit about that.
Finn:I will. At a later date. Thank you for the ammunition.
Aidan:Welcome.
Finn:Why spring? Summer’s nicer.
Aidan:You want more ammunition, huh?
Finn:Why not? You’re among family.
Aidan:Remember I bought my estate from that old woman?
Finn:I remember.
Aidan:She planted a massive garden in the back.
Finn:So?
Aidan:In the spring, there are a bunch of peonies.
Finn:That you know this is disturbing. Where’s my brother and what did you do to him?
Aidan:Fuck off.
Finn:I will not. You texted me first.
Aidan:I was dumb to do that.
Finn:You were.
Aidan:Anyway. Peonies are Savvie’s favorite flower.
Finn:This is cute, Aidan.
Aidan:Cute?!
Finn:Yeah. We’re talking like teenage girls ABOUT WEDDINGS! Jesus Christ. Give me mob talk, please.