Dinah gasps, her mouth dropping wide open. "Oh my god, oh my GOD," she exclaims, and just, like, springs forward, hopping onto the box. Combined with her platform sneakers, Dinah is too tall. She's at least a foot taller than Chad at this point. "Does he HAVE a tricycle?? Is it HUGE?? Is it MOTORED??"

She drops down into a squat and rests her chin on her knees. She chooses to whisper-shout the next sentence, for literally no reason. "Does he have a BOAT?? They're GREAT if you need to dump a body."