Aurora: What if stones are actually soft but they just tense up when we touch them?

Irene: WHAT

Aurora: Yeah, like, what if there's a whole society of rocks called the stoners or something?

Irene: Not even funny.

Aurora: Geez, someone's riding the bitter bicycle.

Irene: You got into the sugar again didn't you?

Aurora: It's brain food. I needed it.

Irene: Never again.

Aurora: Alright, Debby downer.

Irene: stop

Aurora: Or maybe you're a Johnny raincloud! Who knows right? *Laughs like a maniac*

Irene: STOP

Aurora: Just a random thought but, if you were like, in between west and east, would you be going weast?

Irene: What goes on in your head?

Aurora: Oh, great stuff. Fantastic really. You wanna know something?

Irene: NO.

Aurora: If corrals get stressed they die.

Irene: That's stupid. What would a corral get stressed out about anyways?

Aurora: Current events. 😏

Irene: Get out.

Aurora: Wait what? What did I do?

Irene: I will eat your face.

Aurora: What are you a French zombie? Cuz Madam, you're scary.

Irene: One...

Aurora: One? One what? One zombie? One year? One day you're going to make me breakfast? Great! Can't wait! Hey I rhymed!

Irene: Two...

Aurora: two?...oh! You're counting...That's bad....I should probably run.

Irene: THREE!!!

Aurora: *Screams like a little girl and runs out*

Irene: Hahaha...Too easy... *Pulls out cupcakes and starts eating them*