Veronica: Hey ! How's it goin' ?
Logan: Oh, this is going to be good.
Veronica: What ?
Logan: Well, you have that "I'd rather be making out with a broken bottle" look. Which, if history serves, means you're about to say something awkward.
Veronica: This ? This is my "I'd rather be spelunking" look. It's like you don't know me at all.
Logan: Right. So let's have it.
Veronica: So... you remember Duncan ?
Logan: Right. Blue eyes ?
Veronica: You wouldn't happen to know if he was with - and by "with", I mean with - uh, someone other than Meg ?
Logan: Well, there was this one girl. She was blond. Petite. Smelled of marshmallows and promises.
Veronica: Promises ? That's the name of my perfume !
Logan: You know, generally speaking, I've kind of grown immune to your left-field questions, but I'm gonna bite on this one. What do you care who Duncan did when Duncan did do dudettes ?
Gif par ma très Chère Hoes, merci <33.