I like the part about only 1 sack allowed.
Deab: “so yeah I think he might do ok. I put out some feelers to see about his thoughts on prime rib, pie and salsa. Haven’t heard back and I think he blocked me.”
Simple: “hey Deab I think we’re out of towels in the bathroom.”
Deab: “dammit…have you been using the Tater Island card at the night before lounge again!?”
Simple: “was I not supposed to do that? The girls there want me to take them out for Mexican food!”
Deab: “….I mean I guess we could try the salsa.”