[MIKAYLA enters, heartily satiated after eating garlic toast.] MIKAYLA Wow, garlic toast is the perfect bedtime snack. [Enter ANTHONY, dramatically sniffing the air.] ANTHONY Geez, it stinks like garlic in here... [MIKAYLA and ANTHONY stare at each other in silence. The words fall swiftly around their ears, a dense stinky garlic fog of betrayal. ANTHONY begins to backtrack.] ANTHONY But it smells nice! I meant it in a nice way! MIKAYLA ...no one ever says "Wow, it stinks like chocolate in here!" [They laugh. It's a pretty good goof. Until recently, the Kinzie Street Corridor DID stink like chocolate, before the Bloomer Chocolate Company closed. They reminisce, looking back fondly on moped rides and snuggling into each other to watch Late Nite programming.] [End]