Hey, Bobby. Chloe graduated, huh?
“Is this one Chloe?”
Yes.
“Then, uh: yeah. Real proud of her. Learned the Three R’s.”
Readin’, ‘ritin’, and ‘rithmetic?
“Ridin’, ropin’, and roustaboutin’. Don’t forget: she’s half-cowboy.”
Cowboy isn’t an ethnicity, Bobby.
“No, but it’ll tire ya out.”
I guess. What are you wearing?
“This is my graduation toppermost. Specially made. Got a pocket just for diplomas. And, of course, a separate pocket for Garcia’s stash.”
You gotta stop carrying that around.
“A Weir sees the job through.”
Sure. Tell Chloe “congratulations.”
“My family doesn’t like it when I talk about you. They find this whole universe a bit upsetting.”
Smart folks.
“Graduates!”
There ya go.
Does Natasha have six toes? Asking for a friend.
Thank you.