Gin Jenny: I dreamed that you & I were both at the hospital having babies
and I was like, “Aw, Whiskey Jenny, this’ll be so neat, our kids will grow up together and be friends”
and you were like “meh”
“maybe”
Whiskey Jenny: WHAT
I WOULD NEVER
of course they would be friends and of course I would find endless joy in that fact
I would make them be friends
make them answer those questions if it didn’t seem like it was working at first
Gin Jenny: “No more apricot Gerbers until you tell Rosemary what would constitute a perfect day for you.”
Whiskey Jenny: “And a full paragraph, on how you see yourself dying, little dumpling o’ mine.”