SoB Act 1:2

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Luna: Who ya textin’?

Gia.

Luna: Can I text her? Maybe if I text her, she’ll answer. Gia LOOOVVVESSS me.

No.

Luna: I’m hungry.

I know.

Luna: So…what are you gonna do this summer?

Stay away from you.

Luna: Good luck. I’m everywhere.

Fiona: Hello ladies! Welcome to The Firetower Diner, can I get you anything to drink?

She’ll have a chocolate milk, and I’ll take an orange juice.

Fiona: Got it!

Luna: I don’t want chocolate milk.

You always want chocolate milk.

Fiona: No worries, what can I get ya?

Luna…what do you want?

Luna: Chocolate milk.

Fiona: Coming right up.

Luna: Let me text her!

It won’t matter. She’s not responding.

Luna: Why isn’t she responding?

HOW WOULD I KNOW THAT?

Luna: Charlie, keep your voice down, we’re in public!

So, what are your summer plans?

Luna: Well definitely not hanging out with your boring friends. Bea, and Myles, Carter and I have all kinds of serious and SECRET plans that don’t involve YOU.

Please stay out of the lake.

Luna: Why?

Because you can barely swim.

Luna: You don’t know my life.

That lifeguard at the pool had to dive off her chair to save you.Lu

Luna: That was twice. Only twice.

Third times’ the charm.

Fiona: Are we waiting on one more? Or are we ready to order?

I’ll just order for her; I know what she wants.

Fiona: When you’re ready.

Luna: I want pancakes but with chocolate in them and can you make them Mickey Mouse shaped and can I have blueberries on top but not whipped cream and maybe strawberries, but no actually blueberries and lots of bacon…

She’ll just have plain pancakes with some fruit on the side.

Luna: Fruit?! YUCK.

Strawberries are fruit. So are blueberries!

Luna: NO! They’re BERRIES.

BERRIES ARE FRUIT!

Luna: THEN WHY ARE THEY CALLED BERRIES?!

Fiona: Okay, and what can I get you?

My mom will have an egg white omelet and black coffee, and I’ll take some hashbrowns and a waffle.

Fiona: Got it! Coming right up.

Luna: Did Gia wake up?

No, it’s Noah in our group chat. He’s asking what time Leo and I are getting to the Summer Festival.

Luna: Let me text them.

No. (pause) Where’s Mom? Luna, do you see her through the window? I swear, this always happens.

Luna: No. She’s having an IMPORTANT phone conversation, Charlie.

She always is. Do you really not know that berries are fruit?

Luna: They aren’t.

You really should have paid attention to Mrs. Larkin. I don’t know how you made it to third grade.

Luna: I haven’t yet. That’s in August. It’s still July.

Should we just get it to go?

Luna: How are you gonna pay?

Mom gave me her card.

Luna: Let’s. Order. Everything.

Let’s get you those chocolate chip pancakes.

Luna: Really??

But you owe me.

Luna: Anything. I swear, ANYTHING.

Charlie: Deal.

Luna: Deal.

Done.

Fiona: So, your food is nearly out, can I top off your drinks?

Actually, can we get the food to go?

Fiona: Oh! Absolutely, no trouble at all.

Luna: Aaannnnnddd.

Can you make those pancakes chocolate chip pancakes instead? With lots of berries?

Fiona: Coming right up.

Luna: But no FRUIT. Fruit is disgusting!

Keep the berries though.

Fiona: Got it.

Luna: Best. Sister. EVER. I forgive you for lying about me kicking your seat.

You were kicking my seat.

Luna: Yes I was.

Lane: Okay okay, let’s eat, let’s eat. Did you order?

Yes, and because it took you so long, I got it to go.

Lane: Oooo, good thinking! We gotta get to that festival. What did you order for me?

Your usual — egg white omelet, with black coffee.

Lane: No no no, I’ll go find the waitress. I want a breakfast burrito with extra cheese.

What? You never get breakfast burritos. Or cheese.