Prescience
Jean: I just met you...in sixty years. You have a small dog and shoved in front of me at the deli, shouting, 'bacon, egg and cheese!' I let you, in deference to your superior New Yorkness.
Sebastian: There's only one thing you got wrong: there'll never be a dog. Besides that, you're probably right.
Jean: Oh, but there will be a dog - it will be my dog, which as a good BFF you'll be looking after while I am in the hospital, recovering from my face-lift.
Aug 23rd