Sushi bar, lunchtime. Pile of teriyaki chicken steaming before ridiculously hot girl A wearing effortlessly stylish and chic lawerly attire. (My blog, my rules people: I will reinterpret facts as and when necessary. though I will admit that I considered retiring this SUPER (in)EXPENSIVE THEREFORE KLASSY Next dress last time I wore it on the basis that the lining is holy)
A: [answers phone, looking longingly at pile of soy-based treats]
A: Are you telepathic?
A: Telepathic? Are you this thing? How do you always know to call exactly when my lunch is hottest and most appetizing?
P: I'm thinking of your waistline. Anyway, I'm in Oxford Street and it's all kinds of godawful and I'm about to punch someone. Did you get my Christmas present yet?
A: Part of it. Why? [said knowingly]
P: Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell, I went to La Senza and they don't have your size, what can I say, you're chest blessed, butanywaydon'tgettherestofmypresentlet'snotbotherthisyear.
A: So, you got nothing right?
P: Nothing but love.
[in the interests of full disclosure, he is generally very good with presents and I do love to have ammunition in the ongoing battle of who's the boss so not all is lost. HOWEVER. hymph.]