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Bex:Not bad, little J.

J:What are you doing here?

P:Once I heard Poppy Lifton was coming to your party, I canceled mine. In the last 20 minutes, 

I've been hit on by two bronfmans and a gay designer. It was so worth it.

Hazel:Kudos on rising from the social grave.

Nelly:Speaking of graves, did something die in that pot?

D:It's cumin.

J:I liked my social grave. I dug it myself, and I was happy to lie in it. What’s going on? Why are they here?

D:I don't know. This chili weighs a ton, though. I need to find a caterer.