(Scooter, Nora, Beige and Storyteller are playing Scrabble)
Beige: (putting letters down) There we are...baloobius.
Scooter: Rats - there goes my shot at that double word score.
Nora: And for your information I still don't think gribazoogum is a word.
Erin: (from room) Yes it is, it's the modern form of gribaziggy.
Storyteller: No, wait, I thought gribaziggy was the modern word, and gribazoogum was the ancient word.
Nora: (sigh) My turn...all right, "murrain" on a triple letter score.
Scooter: No, wait, Storyteller already got that one with "garboyle."
Beige: Which is actually spelled "garboil," I think.
Erin: Guys, tell me you're not feuding over the Scrabble game...
Nora: We aren't.
Erin: Good, because it's no fair having a Scrabble feud when I'm not there to play. Arguing over the words makes it worth it for me. (emerges from room in semi-formal gear)
Storyteller: Oh, Erin, why can't you look like that every day?
Erin: Because I'm lazy. (looks at watch) I'd better get going. I'll give you a full report on who makes a complete idiot of himself or herself at the reception. (takes box containing present for couple)
Nora: Bye, Erin, tell your friend and her groom we said hi.
(Erin departs)
Beige: Okay, it was Storyteller, me, Nora...Scooter, your turn.
Scooter: Hmm...okay. (puts "xylem" on the board)