Who: Dita Reese and Greg Everett What: A phone call from the road, the crew starts to arrive When: Friday, around noon
-ring ring-
“"Lo? "
"Dita?"
"Speaking. Help you?"
"It's Greg. One of the approved crazy types on your call list."
"Mm-Greg! Hey! Sorry. Hey. How's things?"
"Not bad. Just rolled into town. Yourself?"
"I'm okay. Just rolled into...Dallas?"
"That'd be the place. I'm early, I know, but I thought I'd give you a heads up. Don't worry, I'm sure I can keep myself amused."
"Nonsense. We can do what the kids do - hang."
"Well, if that's what the cool kids are doing..." -laughs- "Want me to head out to your place, or do y'all want to meet up somewhere."
"Well, seeing as I think right now it's only me, my place is fine. I'm on [address]. It's in Grapevine. Just look for the signs for the mall."
"I'm no navigator, but I think I can find that just fine. Any idea when the others are showing up?"
"It shouldn't be hard. And, no idea. Said it'd be a day or so, but they're doing the tourist stuff. Who knew they'd go for that."
"Huh, who'd have thought. I'm a little jealous, there's a lot to see out there. They got the worlds biggest wheel barrow up in Caddo. Fun times." -is probably kidding-
"Parish? Well, whatever floats your boat. I'm more of get there and have fun kind of gal. That or just stay at home and eat. I'm boring."
"I've always liked being on the road. Never know what you might find. Then again, I used to move around too much to call anywhere home, and I can't cook worth a damn, so there ain't much in the way of alternatives."
"I don't mind traveling, but sometimes I just want to get there. And cooking isn't that hard."
"Says you. I could burn water."
"I bet I could teach you how to fix a really simple meal."
"You think? I don't think you know what sort of challenge you're setting yourself up for."
"I've been doing this for a few years. Trust me, I can teach you."
"I may just have to let you try. Don't get too cocky though, I have it on good authority that I'm a hopeless case."
"No such thing. We just find something you can do, and go from there."
"Well, I can fix just about anything but a meal, so there you go."
"I could try to teach you to cook in the engine block, but.....no"
"Nah, probably not a good plan." -laughs- "Might ruin the engine."
"And your stomach."
"That too."
"I think I have some cookies left over from the fundraiser. You are prepared to share your darkest secret?"
"Hmmm.... I don't know. That's gonna depend on what kind of cookies you've got. You might be stuck with just 'kinda dark'."
"Just 'kinda.' What falls under 'kinda dark'?"
"Stuff with no permanent damage and nothing on your record? Now dark on the other hand..."
"Calls for iced cookies with confetti sprinkles?"
"Quite possibly."
"Or maybe a little honey macaroon."
"You'll just have to figure out what works."
"Maybe you're just working this to get cookies out of me."
"Hey now, would I do something like that?"
"I don't know. You might. You may have some strange cookie fetish, or be a cookie fiend."
"Damn, you've caught me. It's all part of my dastardly scheme."
-definite chuckling- "This is one of the stranger phone calls I've had lately, thank you."
"I aim to please." -chuckles- "I ought to go though before I get myself well and truly lost. I'll see you soon, Dita."