Picture this.

Scene: Serena in the kitchen putting away some tupperware. Phone rings.

Serena: Hello?

Tig’s voice: Hi. I’m up in the attic.

Serena: What going on?

Tig: I think I broke my fohm

Close up on Serena. Voiceover: What did he say? Did he say he broke his phone? If he did, how is he calling me right now? Oh my —, did he just say he broke his thumb?!

Serena: Did you break your phone or your thumb?

Tig laughing: No, my phone!

broken phone

Another casualty in the line of home renovation duty. Who knows what really transpired between the phone and Tig’s pantseat in the dark attic on a cold winter night.