Eden: Wuffta! [As in the Scandinavian exclamation]
.....
[Z and Eden received stickerbooks in the mail, a Star Wars one for Z, a wedding dress-up one for Eden. They got competitive quickly.]
Z: You don't have a light saber.
Eden: You don't have a red dress.
Z: You don't have a smuggler's helmet.
Eden: You don't have a gloss of lipstick.
Z: You don't have a bunch of first-order freaks.
.....
[Z is particularly obsessed about the seventh Star Wars movie and is already dreaming about the eighth.]
Z: What do you think the new Star Wars movie will be called?
Eden: Avenger.
Daddy: Triumph of the Wookies.
Christina: The Force Hits the Snooze Button.
Z: Why!? Am I the only one who's going to call it a sensible name!?
