(HB and Syrup are on Skype. HB adjusts her webcam so Syrup is looking up at her, it seems, from the vantage point of her lap.)
Syrup: "It's like I'm on your tummy!"
HB: "Aww yeah, it's like you're my clam."
Syrup: "..your clam?"
HB: "Yeah, like an otter with a clam on its belly."
Syrup: "Ohhh. That is not how I took it at all."
Bonus!
HB: "I'm so bald. I look like a Renaissance painting."
