At dinner, both of us so tired we are slumped against the walls of the booth, randomly looking at each other and giggling over nothing. Somehow this happened during the course of a conversation:
Steph: "An eleven-year-old? Yeah, I think an eleven-year-old could understand that. That's how old Harry Potter was."
Steph: "In the first book. He was eleven. I base all knowledge of those stages of child development on what Harry Potter could do and how he thought during the corresponding book."
Me: *crippled with laughter*
Steph: "SUPERFAN. Also I do actually think that way."
I miss you, Steph. Come back.