(MN and Nora are both collapsed on the sofa)
Storyteller: My, my, you've got that glazed, lethargic, heaven-help-us-it's-finals-time look in your eyes.
MN: Two huge papers and a brain-buster of a history exam.
Nora: History, biology and 19th century British lit, in that order.
MN: I got that paper on Egyptian jewelry back. Got a B on it.
Nora: I need to help Mrs. Farley set up her Mother's Day display at the store tomorrow.
Storyteller: Good grief...tell you girls what. How about we have waffles or something like that for dinner? You two seem to be in need of some comfort food.
MN: Oh, don't you know it. I'll get the flour, sugar, baking powder and stuff.
Nora: I'll start slicing some fruit and whipping some cream.