JD: I could get behind this.

RB: Not only cookies. Pies, too. When things get really wild, they make macaroons.

JD: Shit, macaroons?! Party animals. Is it on Netflix?

RB: Mhm! I apologize in advance for all the time you’re going to waste watching it. It’s my comfort show!

JD: Uh oh. Rough day?

RB: Not really. More like a confusing day? It’s work stuff. Which is off-limits for our discussion.

RB: Short version: A coworker and I don’t see eye to eye on things, and it takes a toll on me sometimes.

RB: But lately, it feels like we’ve reached a turning point of neutrality. A fork stuck in the road.

JD: Okay, Green Day.

JD: Want me to go Liam Neeson on your coworker’s ass? Because I will.

JD: No questions asked.

RB: I just laughed out loud in my empty house.

RB: I appreciate the offer, but that’s okay. I think our future will only improve from here.

JD: Does that make you happy?

RB: Yeah. I think it does.

RB: I’ll keep you on speed dial, though, just in case I need some backup.

JD: While I have no clue where you work or how I’d help, the offer still stands.

RB: You must get along with all your colleagues, huh?

JD: For the most part. There’s one person I have a history with, but it’s no big deal.

RB: Sounds like there’s a good story there.

JD: We’ve known each other for years.

JD: To be fair, I’m probably a dick frequently. And I instigate a lot of hostility between us.

JD: Hm. Hostility isn’t the right word. Tension, perhaps? Weirdness? Orbiting just outside the zone of friendship?

JD: I think deep down I want them to pay attention to me. I’m trying to be cognizant of my behavior.

RB: That makes you a big person if you’re willing to admit you’ve maybe not been the best.

JD: Enough with my melodramatics.

JD: You said you like to make cupcakes, Bugs Bunny. What else do you bake?

RB: You remember that?

JD: Of course.

RB: Baking is my favorite thing to do. It’s a great stress reliever.

JD: I’ve never baked anything in my life.

RB: What?! How is that possible?

RB: What kind of childhood did you have? Or adulthood?

RB: How do you survive?

JD: On takeout and delivery meal services with already prepared dishes. Someone always cooked for me growing up.

RB: Wow.

RB: Did you type that with your pinky up, oh privileged one?

JD: Upon reflection, I’m aware of how pretentious it sounds.

JD: Also, to answer your earlier email question, my preferred flavor is chocolate with vanilla frosting.

RB: With or without the expensive gold shavings on top, Your Highness?

JD: Now I’m laughing. Damn you, RB. You’re good.

NINE

September 22nd