A Brief Dialogue of Sorts

"Woah!" exclaimed the dark haired girl. "What a fabulous idea I see!"
"Thank you, thank you," said the fair haired girl in reply. "It just came to me. Like a dream."
"Oooh, do tell us in your own words!" cried the dark haired girl.
The fair haired girl cleared her throat. "I dreamed last night, I got on the boat to heaven!"
"No, no, no!" cried the dark haired girl. "Not that dream. The other one. The one this fabulous idea came to you in!"
"Oh. Pardon me," the fair haired girl deadpanned. The dark haired girl, who appeared to be the more evil of the two, shimmied over and attacked the fair haired girl with a multitude of non-popping bubbles. The bubbles clearly had some sort of symbolic meaning, but the narrators let said meaning slide on account of the fact that they weren't quite sure what that archetype meant.
"By the way," said the dark haired girl in closing, "do you realize that when we're written like this, we sound like we could be described as Harry and Draco?"
"Wow, you're right!" said the fair haired girl. And the scene faded to black.

~Carmen
9:02PM