"So, what time can I pick you up tonight?"
"Did we have plans?"
"No, but I thought now would be a good time to ask."
"Well, considering there's a mighty blizzard underway, I don't think tonight would be a good night for going out." She spooned the eggs out of the water. "Do you?"
"If the storm passes, I don't see why it would be such a bad thing."
"And if there's six feet of snow? Are you going to airlift us out of here?"
"I'll go warm up the helicopter now."
She smiled, "You do that."
"Tomorrow then?"
"No, Perry. There's still going to be a mountain of snow tomorrow by the looks of outside. Tell you what, if you can make it up the mountain, safely, then you can come have dinner with T and me. If you get snowed in, so be it."
"Sounds like a party, but I don't know that T wants my company. She seemed a little snappy on the phone."
"Oh, she's just being moody. I yelled at her about going down there today. She wanted to muck down there in the snow. I told her it was out of the question, and it escalated from there."
"When will these kids learn? I tell you. Wanting to go to school, what's that all about?"
"The snow's falling about a ton a minute, and the wind is gusting up to forty kilos an hour. There's no way in hell I'm going down in this weather."
"So you've said. Well, if I think I can make it up there, I'll give you a ring later. Deal?"
"All right, then. See you tonight. We're eating sometime around nine."
"Shall I bring some wine?"
"Not white. I can't stand to drink any more of that crap."
"Fine by me. I'm a red man, myself." He laughed.
"That's not a very funny joke, Perry."
"I thought it was a riot."
"Goodbye, dear."
"Bye, kid."

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