Nora: (on phone) Yes, Heather, the townhouses are mostly occupied now. So you can come over and do your cookie sales. But if I catch you slipping those Licorice Splits into someone's order, so help me I'll...
Scooter: (entering) You'll what?
Nora: Quiet, I'm trying to pull rank with my con artist of a little sister.
Scooter: (leaning over the phone) Hi, Heather, can you put me down for two boxes of Orange Delights?
Erin: (working on chapter of latest fanfic) If she's taking orders, I'll take two boxes of the Mint Dreams.
Storyteller: (juggling box of epics) Two boxes of Glasgow Rangers for me - I've been yearning for those for a while.
Beige: And I'll take my usual three boxes of the triple fudge ones. And the Batty Butterscotch ones, I think they're called.