"Ace?"
"Yeah?" Katherine called back from a spot on the couch.
"Where's my cap?" Jack appeared in the doorway.
"It's by da kitchen counter." She responded, picking up a book.
"Okay. Thanks, Ace. I was nervous it'd disappeared."
"Yeah. When ya out, couldja tell Les he left his shirt here?" Katherine stretched out, sighing loudly.
Jack stifled a laugh, "You tired, baby?"
She giggled, "Ya have no idea."
"Stayed up late with that article?"
Katherine grumbled "Yep. It ain't easy bein' a reporter, ya know."
"Oh, I know. You tell me every day."
"Aren't you coming with me?" Jack held his arm out.
"Sure, Cowboy."
NEWSBOY LODGING HOUSE
Davey sat in the Lodging House, watching the boys run around like crazy hooligans.
"Hey Davey." The couple walked in, faces pink from the winter air.
"Hello, Jack." Davey yawned, "The boys have been waiting for you to come back."
He smiled, "Hope I wasn't keeping them too long."
"Sorry, Davey. He was with me. I was talkin' ta him."
Davey cocked his head, "Um, Katherine? Jack? Why are you talking strangely?"
"I ain't- Oh my god!" Katherine cried, "Jack, now I'm talking like you!"
"And I'm talking like you!" He shouted back, "We need to take a break from each other, so we can get our own accents back."
"Agreed. I am not saying, 'ain't' one more time."
"And I ain't talkin' like an uppity scab."
Katherine looked hurt, "Jack! I am not an uppity scab."
Jack's eyes softened, "Sorry, Ace. I meant, like a beautiful, kind wonderful-"
"Okay, please please stop this." Davey groaned, throwing his hands in the air, "I've spent all day watching this ragamuffins scream like banshees. It is your turn, Kelly."
Davey marched up the stairs, grumbling about how the kids are so annoying. "Oy vey…"