Lil: Ethan, come on, I don’t want to.
Ethan: Just one picture. You’re not that big of a klutz.
She turned to face him in the small row boat on his private lake, but her foot caught an ore and she fell forward, tipping the boat. Over the side she went and somehow, Ethan was still firmly sitting in the brown boat with the camera. Lil glared through the mucky water when he tried and failed to supress a laugh.
Lil: If you’re going to laugh, at least help me up.
Ethan: Ask my messy room.
Lil: You are such a pig.
Ethan: Hey I warned you that the only way I was letting you out here was if you cleaned my room. Ha.
Lil: Very funny. The lady in charge is making me do all the rooms anyway.
Ethan: That lady is my mom and your… something.
Lil: Well she needs to figure out that I’m not a maid and that I’m marrying you soon.
Ethan: I haven’t told her.
Lil: Why haven’t you told her you are getting married?
Ethan: She doesn’t believe in teenage love…or pregnancy.
Lil: Just great, Ethan. Great plan.