Jill: "... but they're really wrinkly"
Stephen: "... I don't mind"
Jill: "They're really wrinkly"
Stephen: "I don't mind"
Jill: "But, but... eh, are they your favourite?"
Stephen: "No, they're OK"
Jill: "Don't you want to change them?"
Stephen: "No, I don't mind. I can't even see them"
Jill: "They're really really wrinkly, they're really wrinkly"
Stephen looks at her.
Jill: "Please?"
Stephen's walk slowly comes to a halt, then he looks at her. Jill stops a little bit more firmly, almost surprised that she said what she had said.
Jill: "I hate wrinkly jeans, I hate wrinkly jeans, I really hate wrinkly jeans"
Stephen, not sure what to say, doesn't say anything.
Jill: "We haven't gone far, you can just run back"
Stephen: "... have your parents been fighting?"
Jill: "NO, leave me alone...", and then she looks down, "... I never ask you for anything, and I hate it when it's that wrinkly...
... please, only this time"
Stephen, still not sure what to do, doesn't say anything.
Jill: "Please"
Stephen: "... OK"
He runs back and Jill stays where she is.
He comes out in two and a half minutes and runs over to her.
They resume their walk at the same rate as before.
Jill: "...You don't like these ones very much"
Stephen: "I don't mind.... I can ruin them when I play soccer"
Jill: "Heh heh..... did your mum say anything?"
Stephen: "She said we were both crazy. She said she doesn't know which one is more crazy"
Jill: "I won't ask you again, I promise"
Stephen: "Heh... then she'll really think we're crazy.."
They walk a few more steps without saying much.
Jill: ".....eh", and then she says it, ".... thanks"
Stephen: "It's OK..."