Rosina: I don't like the look on your face.

Artenius: And I don't like the tone of your voice. Please don't tell me we're going sledding or skating. The zalid body is [i]not[/i] made for extreme speeds at ground level.

Symon: *scoffs* For a scaly beast with claws, you sure are a wuss, Arty. And anyway, for the record, I [i]wasn't[/i] going to suggest that. I was going---

Adeline: Let me guess. Dare one of us to go over to that other group and talk to them. *slaps forehead, rolls eyes dramatically* Oh Symon, I thought we told you not to involve innocent bystanders in our plans! Remember the last time we tried?

Artenius: I certainly do. And some of neighbors do too. Mrs. Worth still glares at me when I pass her by at the grocery store. 

Rosina: Is this gonna involve cutlery? Or fruit stalls? *winces* Because it was funny at first, but now my ribs ache every time I see a fruit stall.

Symon: Oh shut up, you spoilsports. And [i]no[/i], I wasn't going to suggest any of that! It's just, well, look. Here we are, a bunch of poor schmucks sitting around on a Saturday night at an empty cafe, and there [i]they[/i] are, another bunch of poor schmucks sitting around on a Saturday night.

Rosina: In an empty cafe.

Symon: Exactly.

Artenius: [i]Rosina, don't encourage him---[/i]

Symon: *glares at Artenius* Hey, shut up. As I was [i]saying[/i], alone, we are a couple of sad saps lying around in a boring old coffee shop, but together...

Adeline: We could be [i]more[/i] sad saps lying around together?

Symon: What---No! No, together, we'll be a bunch of hot young people partying and painting the town red! Yeah! *pumps fist in the air*

Artenius: I can't believe you just described us as hot young people.

Adeline: Or used the term "painting the town red." What are you, a middle-aged socialite?

Symon: Gods damn it, shut up you two. In any case, what's the harm in trying? If we fail, well, no harm done, we don't know these people. If we succeed, well...

Rosina: Sure this is a good idea? I mean, I don't want to end up in an emergency room looking after four strangers...

Symon: Ah, c'mon, those guys look tough. I mean, look, that guy has stubble! *waves a hand at the stubbled guy* That's like, a check on the Tough Guy Checklist. And a ponytail! Another check!

*short silence*

Adeline: ...Well, I guess there's no harm in making friends.

Symon: Exactly! Right! Now one of you get up and ask them.

Artenius: ...What.