Sitting on the green on a Saturday twilight while the orchestra plays to the breeze.
Me: Massaging C's shoulders. Deeply.
C: Gives F the thumbs up.
F: Sigh (half wistful, half annoyed). I wish I had someone to massage me.
C: G isn't looking very busy over there.
G: I'm actually doing my Kegel's at the moment.
Orchestra: Cue the 1812 Overture with fireworks.