Me: "Hey, kiddo. I love your mom--a lot--but I'm really getting frustrated at the fact I can't seem to make much gender, social, or spiritual progress down here in NOLA. Also weed. -_- What if...? Just what if. What if something something Seattle again. I guess that's it."

Dawn: "Stick to the plan, you asshole. Here, have a Justice. It's not for you. It's for HER."

Me: "You're absolutely right. Just checking. I can't imagine bailing on your mom anyhow. Not ever. Not only is it a moral imperative... she's cute and funny and she's giving me a comic. And she's got a nice butt. Just peeking into those alternate universes we talked about last night. Thanks, Dawn, you're a good kid."

Dawn*: "No shit. And please don't talk about Mom's butt. If I was meant to think about butts, I'd contain a Seven of Butts. Or a King of Butts. Or something."

Me: "You and I both know damn well she was probably tempted. Maybe I'll badger her into finally doing the Yiffy Vixens Tarot. You want a little sister?"

Dawn*: NO GO AWAY

*I might be putting words in Dawn's "mouth" here for comedic value. n.n;