We have to go now.

I’m almost done with this.

What is it that can’t wait? what could you possibly be doing that trumps my neeeeeds?

Payroll.

I’m waiting, I’m waiting.

Thank you. Now, why are we going again?

I need a cannoli.

Doesn’t the store have some?

They have prepackaged, white boxed, made in Canada and spent four weeks on a truck cannolis.

I see…

And that is only if you actually call them cannoli, which I don’t.

They’re still cannoli…

They are evil bastard cannoli then! No, I need a cannoli, a real one, and we shall go get it!

And where is this, exactly?

I know a place.

Where?

It’s not too far…

So, other end of the island?

Kind of!

Melina, dearling, I don’t have time to go all the way uptown just for a craving of yours…

You said you’d go!

Can’t you go yourself?

I mean I could. Sure. I could.

Then it is settled.

But it’s never a good idea.

Why not?

Because then I end up getting too many cannoli and make myself sick.

You’re saying you need adult supervision?

Yeah, maybe.

Oh, dear, that’s too adorable.

So will you come?

Hmm? Oh, no, not at all. Do try and behave yourself.

But you said it was adorable!

It is. But it is also far and I am tired. Do you see how those two trump the adorable part?

But I don’t wanna go alone!

You could go tomorrow. Tomorrow I could go with you.

But cannoli…!

So go tonight.

But self-control…!

One of these will have to win.

Nnnnngh!

Don’t pop a blood vessel.

I can’t decide.

Don’t you have something at home that will hold off this craving until tomorrow?

No…

Nothing?

Oh! I do have old Thundarr cartoons!

Uhm, excuse me?

They’re so bad! I need to watch those. All right, we’ll get cannoli tomorrow.

I have no idea what just happened here.

You know, cartoons!

Uhm. Right. You are far too distractible, Melina.

Shush!