"Yeah, passing is definitely better than failing," Danny said, determined to keep up her cheeriness. Not that it was easy, when faced with Oscar's relentless negativity.
"Oh." There didn't seem to be much to say, once he'd declared his career boring. And passenger pigeons? Jeez, Danny thought, reading Oscar's mind was like reading Wikipedia. The most depressing Wikipedia ever.
"America Fuck Yeah--? Oh! Fourth of July! It was okay, I guess." Chuck had come over, and they'd drunk rum. Or was it tequila? Her fourth hadn't been very memorable, apparently.