Talking, via Skype, this morning:
Regan: I have to go back to the Immigration office this afternoon to try and pick up my visa.
Diana: Did you say pizza?
Regan: No. Visa.
Diana: Oh, because pizza sounds really good.
Regan: Yeah it does.
And now I've spent the entire day dreaming about cheesy, gooey, crispy pizza. And where am I going to get that, Diana? Hmmm?!
Sorry about that. I promise that we can have pizza here soon. Pizza and beer. mmmmm. Now I'm hungry.
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