Lauren:C’mon. Puns are hilarious. Try it.
Andrew: Definitely not
Lauren: You’re right, it’s not easy. Probably best you don’t strain yourself.
Lauren: Hello?
Lauren: Are you still there?
Andrew: Give a man a minute to think.
Andrew: Okay…you really want a pizza this?
Andrew: I DID IT
Andrew:Pizza = piece of
Lauren:OMG you can’t explain yourself
Andrew: I’m in the presence of pun greatness. I can’t help it if I doughnut belong here.
Lauren: You’re kiwing me
Andrew: You butter back off, friend
Lauren:Do you really wanna taco ‘bout this?
Andrew: I felt that one from my head tomatoes
Lauren:That was a good one. Lettuce celebrate.
Andrew: I’m just trying to ketchup
Lauren:Berry good work
Lauren:Wait, I want to take that one back. I can do better.
Andrew:No take-backs
Andrew: I win
Lauren: You win?
Andrew: The first ever Andrew-Lauren Pun War.
Lauren: You should know I took it easy on you. You’re a newbie.
Andrew:We’ll call this round one, then.
Lauren: To be continued…
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“What are you doing for Thanksgiving next week?” Emma swiveled in a half circle and twirled a strand of dark hair around one finger. It was Friday afternoon and the clinic was quiet. Lauren and Dr. Stanford had just seen their last patient of the day, and Emma had one left to see. Kiara had taken the week off to travel home to California, her brand-new fiancé in tow.
“Nothing.”
Emma made a face. “Nothing?”