Lisa wakes up at 8:30 on Saturday, wanders out, and curls up on the couch with her laptop. Mike has been awake since 6:30, walked to the shops to buy ingredients for a picnic lunch, and is now in the kitchen making breakfast.
Mike: “Would you like some coffee?â€
Lisa: “Yes please. Hey, there’s this piece on CNN that this guy in Kenya offered 40 goats and 20 cows for Chelsea Clinton.â€
Mike: “Awww, honey, if I had 40 goats and 20 cows I’d offer them to your papa for your hand in marriage. Do you think that would get me somewhere?â€
Lisa doesn’t answer. She is still reading.
Mike: “Huh?â€
Lisa: “What? Oh, maybe. You know, what would really do it is if you threw in a couple of miniature horses – then Mum would totally be on your side and that would get you somewhere.â€
Mike pops his head out of the kitchen, and waggles his finger: “No, no, no. We’re not going to start empowering female voices. No, no, no.â€
Lisa (still reading): “Oh, sorry my lordship, you’re right. Utterly careless of me to suggest that.â€
Mike: So do you think that would get me somewhere?
Lisa: “If it would please your royal self to repeat the details of the plan, since I was paying less than 100% attention.â€
Mike (laying out cereal bowls and yogurt): “Even less than you normally pay to me?â€
Lisa: “Even less than that. Oh, is breakfast ready?â€