Gracie: How’s home?
Liam: You should have come with me.
Gracie: I’m needed here, plus the deadline for that essay on strategic management is looming.
Liam: You could have worked on it across the border lol.
Gracie: Uh-huh.
Liam: It’s good to be back in Winnipeg.
Gracie: I’ll bet. Tell you what… Next time you’re in Montréal, I’ll come with you but only if we can go to a Sugar Shack together.
Liam: FUCK. Now I’m going to crave ragoût and oreilles de Christ from la Cabane à Sucre all day!
Gracie: Oops, lol.
Liam: How about we fly out to Pierrefonds tonight?
Gracie: I’m in New York. And it’s Mom’s birthday. I figured you’d be heading over to the house to eat with the fam.
Liam: No.
Liam: I think we should go to Québec!
Gracie: You have practice tomorrow.
Liam: I’ll take the fine.
Liam: Tell my EA to make it happen. She’s a boss-ass bitch.
Gracie: LIAM! I have to study.
Liam: Not for one night you don’t.
Liam: Anyway, you owe me.
Gracie: Why?
Liam: You said Bradley would get rid of that fuckface Greco and dipshit Raimond before the trade deadline.
Gracie: I never said that.
Liam: You did!
Gracie: But I’m never wrong. Like, ever. This can’t be.
Liam: Yeah, yeah, mon p’tit cabbage. You were wrong this time. So you owe me. BIG.
Liam: We’ll hit the Sugar Shack, I’ll ruin my diet and get bitched at by Coach, and you can be home by tomorrow night.
Liam: Don’t tell me you don’t miss Canada because I’ll call you a liar.
Gracie: I can’t tell you I don’t.
Liam: Is that a convoluted way of saying yes? Lol.
Gracie: Well, if my boss insists…
Liam: Cibole, is that how I get to have my way?!
Gracie: Don’t get your hopes up.
Liam: Actually, OTHER things were up…
Gracie: Tonight?
Liam: Fuck, yeah. Tonight.
Liam: A win, my girl, and ragoût—what more can a man ask for?
Gracie: Do you need me to send Mom flowers on your behalf? She means too much to you not to recognize her birthday, Liam.
Liam: I organized it myself. You shouldn’t have to do that. <3
Gracie: <3
