Friends for life, provided nothing goes wrong...

We were in the car yesterday and Imogen said to Genevieve, "Some day, when I get an apartment, you can live with me. You can be my roommate."

"If I know where you live," Genevieve said.

"I can drive you there," Imogen said. "We can share a car."

"If I like your apartment," Genevieve said, noncommittally.

"Well, we can look for a new apartment," Imogen said, in an effort to sweeten the deal. "We can go inside to look and see if we want it."

"We will knock first," Genevieve said.

"And Ben can visit us!" Imogen said.

"If he knows where we live," Genevieve said.

Does she have to poke holes in every plan, I thought.