A few minutes later, Edith and Jason were waiting at the baggage carousel for Edith's stuff.

"I'm telling you," Jason warned, "It's not gonna be here."

"And I'm telling you to shut up," Edith replied.

"You should've gotten your bags right after you got off the plane," Jason lectured, "Then you could've gone to the bar."

"I don't see you with any bags," Edith pointed out, "Why didn't you get your bags before going to the bar?"

"I did," Jason countered, "Then some guy stole them."

"Nice," Edith quipped.

"Can we stop at JcPenny's on the way to your parents' house," Jason asked.

"Why JcPenny's," Edith questioned.

"Some of us have money and like to show it off," Jason defended.

"Whatever," Edith groaned, "We'll stop wherever you want."

"If you think you'll be less pissy when you find your stuff," Jason hypothesized, "You won't be, because you won't find your stuff here."

"Yes I will," Edith snapped.

"No you won't," Jason snapped.

A few minutes later, Edith and Jason were waiting at a desk for someone to help them find Edith's lost luggage.

"I hate to say I told you so," Jason lectured, "So I won't."

"Shut up," Edith snapped, "And when are you people going to get my bag back?"

"We're working on it," a lady working on a computer behind the counter snapped.

"What exactly does that mean," Edith asked, "Are you even trying?"

The lady responded by leaving the area and getting a coffee from a store on the other side of the airport.

"Well," Jason thought out loud, guiding them to some nearby chairs, "We've clearly got a while. Why don't we pass the time by talking?"

"Because I am not really in the mood for your voice right now," Edith snapped.

"Come on," Jason argued, "If we're going to pretend to be a couple, doesn't it make sense for us to know a little about each other?"

"I guess that makes sense," Edith caved in, "What do you wanna know?"

"Well," Jason asked, "You seem a bit athletic. Do you play sports?"

"What gave you that idea," Edith questioned, "The tomboy haircut? The thick arm muscles? The fiery look in my eyes?"

"Yes," Jason responded, "Yes to all those things."

"Well," Edith replied, "I don't technically do a sport. It's more along the lines of ninjutsu."

"You mean karate classes or something like that," Jason asked.

"No," Edith snapped, "I mean ninjutsu."

"Oh," Jason stammered, "That's cool."

"I'm guessing you've never played a sport I'm your life," Edith guessed.

"Am I that obvious," Jason asked.

"Like a book," Edith brought up.

"I do like books," Jason breathed.

"Uh huh," Edith replied, "What else do you like? I'm guessing dicks."

"No," Jason snarled, "I'm actually into cars. I've always been fascinated by how they work. Honestly, my dream job is working as a mechanic."

"So why didn't you do that," Edith asked.

"Turns out I'm allergic to car exhaust," Jason answered, "That's why I drive an electric car."

"No surprise there," Edith whispered.

"What do you do," Jason asked, "I'm guessing your dream is to be a ninja assassin."

"It is, actually," Edith stated, "But, I had to settle for traffic cop."

"Why didn't you ever try working the CIA or something," Jason asked, "They're almost like ninja assassins."

"I thought about that," Edith stated, "But I honestly don't agree with the methods of torture they deem appropriate. If I worked with them, it'd be like me saying waterboarding is OK."

"Oh," Jason stuttered, "You feel pretty strong about that, don't you?"

"I'm sorry," Edith apologized, "Can we please just talk about something else? Maybe we could ask each other basic questions."

"Like what," Jason asked.

"I don't know," Edith replied, "What's your favorite food?"

"Easy," Jason answered, "Pizza. You?"

"I'm a fan of pizza too," Edith replied.

"Nice," Jason stated.

"See," Edith questioned, "This is nice."

"Yeah," Jason replied, "Now we can actually sit down, get to know each other, maybe even form..."

"Hey girlie," the lady from behind the counter earlier yelled, "We found your bag."

"Awesome," Edith growled, rushing to the desk.

"Is that your bag," Jason questioned, following Edith.

The girl behind the desk was holding a bag that has a monster truck painting along the side.

"What," Edith questioned, "Doesn't it just scream awesome?"

"It makes me want to scream and run away," Jason deadpanned, "I'll give it that."

"You clearly just have no eye for quality," Edith snapped.

"If I may interrupt the pleasantries," counter girl interrupted, "You owe us $100 for finding that bag."

"Excuse me," Edith growled, "You were the ones who lost it."

"Do you know how hard it was to find it," counter girl whined, "Good, lazy men had to actually leave their chairs."

"I don't care if the entire US Navy had to get off their asses," Edith growled, "I'm not..."

"This is going to be a long night," Jason thought to himself as the two women argued.