Harry: Megan, where are you.
Megan: Just cruising around in my new car.
Harry: You kidding, right?
Megan: I never kid. Why?
Harry: Grandma invited us for dinner tonight.
Harry: Don't tell me you forgot. Again!
Megan: Gee! Must have skipped my mind.
Megan: What's the big deal, anyway?
Harry: You know that grandma doesn't like when we are late.
Megan: I know. But frankly, I'd rather skip.
Harry: Megan, you know we can't do that!
Megan: Let's try for once.
Megan: She doesn't even like me and her food is lousy.
Harry: Megan, please!
Megan: But you agree, her food stinks.
Harry: Stinks?
Megan: Not literally, silly! It's no good.
Harry: Agree, not a culinary masterpiece. Usually.
Megan: She doesn't use any spices.
Harry: Well, we must go anyway. So, please hurry!
Megan: Fine. I'll hurry, Harry.
Megan forgot about grandma's invitation for dinner tonight. She would rather skip it, because she doesn't like grandma's food. She doesn't use any spices. Eventually, Megan and Harry will go.