Penny – Ok, that pumpkin ale or the harvest?
Polly – Where are the guys cuter?
[Both take in the grandpa with the mangy beard at the pumpkin ale. Turn in unison.]
Augustus the Beerman– Hey, ladies. [Staring into Penny’s eyes.] How about some Oak Barrel Spice Harvest ale?
Penny – We’d love some! How’s working the festival? [Smiles, hands him her glass.]
Augustus the Beerman – Great! We got to check out the selections for two hours before we started working.
Polly – Oh, that soun–
Augustus the Beerman – How are you enjoying the festival?
Penny – Oh, I’d say it just keeps getting better.
Augustus the Beerman – It’s even better when it’s free. Keep your beer ticket.
Penny – Mmmmm. Thank you… I might just have to sign up for this volunteer business next year.
Augustus the Beerman – I’ll hold you to it.
Polly – So… can I get a beer please?
Augustus the Beerman – Sure. [Doesn’t break eyesexing with Penny] Just drop your ticket in the bowl.
Polly – So that was awkward.
Penny – Saison will make you feel better. We can split the last ticket.
[They approach the tent.]
Penny – Saison, please!
Johann the Beerman – Comin’ up! And for you?
Polly – [sad puppy face] I’m all out of tickets.
Johann the Beerman – Really? I could have sworn I just saw you put one in the bowl…
Polly – [handing over her glass] The saison does sound lovely.
[Smiles all around.]
Penny – See, I told you saison would make you feel better.
Polly – Prost!