[[A hip, young individual talks with a much older woman, who seems to be working on some sort of knitting.]]
Youth: Have you seen my pen?
Senior: Here, I have a pen.
Youth: No. My SPECIAL pen. The pen I got in Amsterdam.
Senior: What's special about this Amsterdam pen?
Youth: I got it in AMSTERDAM! From the HOTEL ROOM! When I went with JANINE!
Senior: No. I haven't seen your HOTEL ROOM PEN.
Senior: This is why I don't assign sentimental value to normal things. You spend all your time worrying about these OBJECTS that don't matter.
Senior: Did I lose my PEN? Where's my LUCKY SILVER DOLLAR? Oh NO, Grandpa's rusty old RAZOR got cracked, now I feel AWFUL!
Senior: Just use things for their purpose. SIMPLER that way. You never have to rent a STORAGE UNIT because you can't bear to part with a lifetime's worth of PSYCHIC ANCHORS.
Youth: Whenever you wear that shawl, with that top, with that bonnet, I'M going to remember it as your ARGUMENT OUTFIT.
Youth: It's going to remind me of this day, and this conversation, and the lovely time we're sharing as friends.
Senior: YOU KEEP YOUR WITCHCRAFT AWAY FROM MY ACCESSORIES
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{{alt-text: It was a nice pen, though. White barrel. Ballpoint. Blue ink. Said 'Marriot Amsterdam' on the side in red printing. Probably a PaperMate.}}