PH: Ooh, how about this. {{Hands Calli a pair of handcuffs}}

GC: {{Raises one eyebrow, looks glancingly at Calli}}

Ca: {{Blushing}} Where did *that* come from? I don't know how it could possibly have gotten in my--

Knock knock knock at the door.

Ca: I'll get it! {{Opens door}}

PH: Oh look, it's Wight.

GC: More of a sickly greyish color if you ask me.

PH: Not "white", Wight.

GC: Of course he's not white white, I've already said he's more of an oatmeal-vomit color.

PH: Not. Color. -- Wight.

GC: Right, white is a lack of color. Are you trying to be technical so as not to be proven wrong? My, how small of you.

PH: (Sigh)

GC: Who's on first?

PH: I don't know-- aww, heck!

GC: {{Big grin}}

Wight (WI): I was wondering if I could borrow a cup of salsa?

Ca: Wight! I'm so glad you came for your handcuffs! Here you go!

WI: Cool! I can use these in my dungeon! But about the salsa?

Ca: {{Whisper}} Here's the salsa. Now go!

WI: Mmm, moldy salsa! I can smell it a mile away! {{Leaves}}

Ca: Bye Wight! Good thing you got your *handcuffs* before I left for the Survivor game!

PH: That act was supposed to fool us?

GC: Me thinks the young lady needeth more practice. Mayhaps the elderberry wine goeth to her head.

PH: Huh?

GC: Sorry, I was watching the Holy Grail last night.

Ca: Ok, now where were we?

PH: You do realize that the flaw in your plan is that we're now wondering why Wight was at your place with his handcuffs.

Ca: Err... We were practicing our escape skills?

GC: {{Mutters}} Amateur.