Dusk: Is this your way of asking me to the dance?

Blaze: Can you get your hand out of my face?

Dusk: How about you answer my question?

Blaze: Well, I was planning on asking you. You know, as friends.

Dusk: I don’t see why not. It’s not like we have anyone else to go with.

Blaze: Uh-huh.

Dusk: You know, I’ve heard so much about her dates with him and she praises him like some saint, but something’s fishy about that guy.

Blaze: What, you mean those ten other girls he’s dated?

Dusk: What? Even I didn’t know that. How’d you know that?

Blaze: I, uh, no reason. Come on, we should actually study.

Dusk: Fine, fine.