Carah:I’m sure people do weird shit with grapes, but now I’LL NEVER KNOW, YOU DICK
Peter:You snoozed, you lost.
Carah:I did NOT fucking snooze!!! I had to fucking pee!!!
Peter:Then let me rephrase: You peed, you lost.
Peter:Maria, want to do a wine tasting in Napa? Because I hear people do weird shit with grapes there.
Maria:Are there spa treatments involved?
Peter:Uh... no?
Maria:*Can* there be spa treatments involved?
Maria:Because I like wine, but as long as I’m going on a fancy retreat, I might as well also be scrubbed and peeled and massaged thoroughly by a man named Sven who reminds me of my homeland.
Peter:Chilly and asocial?
Maria:Haha, Peter.
Carah:Told you. TOTAL ASSHOLE.
Carah:Anyway, I think we’ve lost sight of the most important issue here
Carah:I.e., Peter’s rampant assholery toward me and how it should be punished
Maria:Peter, how many people can come to the wine-tasting retreat?
Peter:...
Maria:Would you be unhappy if we had company?
Peter:...
Peter:It’s fine.
Maria:Carah, consider yourself invited. You can film yourself eating bizarre grape-based foods or get yourself pummeled alongside me. Your choice.
Carah:I’M A MODERN WOMAN, I DON’T HAVE TO CHOOSE, I CAN HAVE IT ALL
Carah:You’re the best, Maria, thank you
Carah:Thank you too, Peter, I SUPPOSE
Mackenzie:I found the best kitty massage place recently, didn’t I, Whiskers, didn’t I
Mackenzie:Oh, Whiskers, I agree. I should get a massage too, shouldn’t I?
Peter:...
Maria:The more the merrier, but Mac, you have to wear something not covered in cat hair for once. Especially if Alex comes, because you’re killing that poor, allergic man.
Peter:Alex is coming too?
Maria:Maybe. If we don’t hear from him by tomorrow, I’ll email him and find out whether he and Lauren can make it.
Asha:Oh, I’m so sorry I’m in Mykonos!Otherwise, I’d be there!