Le scene.

I remember when Joel was too busy to get his hands up my top to be mean to me, but apparently he's trying a new tactic now.
And I walk straight into it, every single time.

Me: GoogleEarth is actually amazing.
Rosie: I know! I mean, I can see my French house, and my parents' place in Guadeloupe and -
Me: - Yeah, and you can see the buildings in New York in 3D. Seriously, why would you bother going there at all?
Joel: Because pictures are different?
Rosie: Are they though?
*Talk over my head*
Joel: Think about it like this - Imogen could in theory, spend her nights sitting at home looking at pictures of white wine in plastic cups and pretty boys with gravity defying hair, but I kind of doubt she ever would.