Liz:Phia's party is tomorrow. I am spending today making owl cake
What a hoot!
How wise of you.
She'll be rapt-or not?
Stop it. You'll make me laugh so hard I'll burst my stitches.
Clive:I'd hate you to hurt yourself. You'd have to tal-on me.
Clive:and then everyone would stick their beaks in.
Liz:Ah. They just. Keep. Coming.