“He’s a total fox.”

“What?”

“Johnny. He’s so hot.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t you think so?”

“No, it’s not that he’s not handsome…”

“But?”

“Just when you said it like that. ‘He’s a fox.’ My brain sort of took you literally for a second. I was picturing him with the ears and the tail.”

“Like, sniffing around bins and that?”

“Eyes flashing in the dark.”

“Scavenging for scraps.”

“Eating old chicken bones.”

“Hmm.”

“Still. He is good looking.”

“… I’m kind of over him.”