"OK prosaically, here's your scene, I've aimed for 200 words with 90% dialog," "Well, what do you think happened to all those toys?" Bill asked, inspecting the nearly bare room after their return. "What are you talking about?" Mollie replied, unzipping her jacket and letting it fall to the floor. Bill gestured wildly around the empty space. "All our loot! We're thieves, you remember? I swear I distinctly remember calling dibs on that fudging Battleship game. I've wanted one of those since I guess um, forever." Mollie rolled her eyes. "I know you're excited, and God knows it's been a long night, that silver jam maxi-coat I Is also mine. I wasn't born yesterday, Bill." "No, you just burped on my face today. See?" Bill held up his jaw, befittingly enough, her toxifying breath wafted in his direction. Mollie studiously avoided Bill's eyes and changed the subject. "UT oh my god. What was that randomness?" "What was what?" Bill asked her. "The smell, that incredible stench coming from those piles of presents. They all pillaged the party. Well, it beats us."