ChapterNineteen
Finn: Morning.
Piper: Still not answering more questions.
Finn: You’re not a morning person, huh?
Piper: Not even that question.
Finn: Are you always this frustrating?
Piper: How’s San Francisco?
Finn: How do you know we’re here?
Piper: Derek might’ve mentioned it.
Finn: He’s not supposed to tell anyone our whereabouts.
Piper: It’s not like I can go out or talk to anyone.
Finn: You could talk to my dad.
Piper: I doubt he’d ever tell anyone your secrets.
Finn: True, but I don’t want him to worry about anything.
Piper: You’re a good son.
Finn: Have I always been that way?
Piper: Remember, I’m not answering any questions.
Finn: You’re killing me, Piper.
Finn: Throw me a bone.
Piper: :bone: emoji
Finn: That’s not what I meant.
Piper: So what are you up to today?
Finn: I’m working.
Piper: My guess is that you’re on standby and bored.
Finn: What makes you think that?
Piper: I used to know you, remember?
Finn: So, what do you think I should do today?
Piper: Drag Derek to the Wharf.
Finn: You mean, Fisherman’s Wharf?
Piper: Yes that.