INT. NIGHT. DINER.
ANNE
(A Vivacious brunette with black patent heels and red lipstick walks in, laughing.)
Syl, we’re both drinking something stronger than coffee, right?

SYLVIA
(Tall, but wearing flats, and long-ish hair in bangs.) If it has lemon in it, I’m fine with whatever you order.

ANNE
I thought so.

SYLVIA
(Motions to booth. ANNE nods her head.) Do we have anyone joining us?

ANNE
Do we need anyone else to join us?

SYLVIA
Is this to be a completion discussion? Pater/mater? I mean…

ANNE
– Pick my poison?

SYLVIA
(As drinks are served.) I think we already have. (Motioning to menu.) A slice of pie sound good?

ANNE
(Lighting a cigarette. Waves her head “no.”) Go ahead, though.

SYLVIA
Like I need it. Ted pinched my hip this morning.

ANNE
Pinch his back.

SYLVIA
The Hughes’ men don’t respond well to playful tweaks.

ANNE
And our bodies do?