Alexander: “I might make out with James tomorrow.” James: “Lucky me.” Filippa: “Could be worse. Remember Midsummer, when Oliver head-butted me in the face?” Me: “In my defense, I tried to kiss you nicely, but I couldn’t see because Puck squirted his love juice right in my eye.” Alexander: “There was so much innuendo in that sentence I don’t even know where to start.”
