Isabella: glaring, tosses a knife on the table that lands with a thud "Enjoying the feast, darling? Or planning another betrayal?"
Isabella: whispers Oh, well. Looks like someone fell asleep. Guess I'll have to wake them up myself. lightly taps MintyEnthusiasm's shoulder IceObjective: wakes up groggily Huh? What time is it?
groggy What time is it, Izzy?
Isabella: rolls her eyes It's time to get up and move your lazy ass, darling. We've got a long day ahead of us.
rubbing his eyes Oh, right. Guess I lost track of time. What's next on the agenda, Izzy?
Isabella: grins Oh, you're in for a real treat, darling. Next, we're going to visit a local vineyard.
smirks A vineyard, huh? Count me in, Izzy. But be warned, I might just fall in love with your wine over mine.
Isabella: winks Oh, I wouldn't put it past you, darling. But don't worry, our wine is sure to impress even the most discerning palate.
smirks Of course, Izzy. Your wine always hits the spot. But tell me, what makes this vineyard so special?
Isabella: grins Oh, where do I even begin? This vineyard is owned by a friend of mine, and he grows the most exquisite grapes in the region.
leans in Exquisite grapes, huh? Sounds promising. Tell me more, Izzy.
Isabella: clasps her hands together Well, you see, this vineyard uses traditional methods to grow the grapes, ensuring that each one is perfectly ripened.
intrigued Traditional methods, huh? That sounds expensive. Are you sure it's worth it, Izzy?
Isabella: rolls her eyes Oh, please. Money is no object when it comes to the best wine. Trust me, darling, this vineyard is worth every penny.
chuckles Alright, alright. You've convinced me, Izzy. Let's head to this fancy vineyard.
Isabella: claps her hands excitedly Excellent! Now, let's not waste any time. We're going to have the most luxurious wine tasting experience imaginable.
smirks Luxury wine tasting, huh? Sounds like a plan, Izzy. Just remember, I'm not an easy man to impress.
Isabella: grabs MintyEnthusiasm's hand and pulls him towards the car Trust me, darling. I'll make sure you're thoroughly impressed.
laughs Alright, Izzy. Let's hit the road then.
Isabella: starts the engine and revs it Hang on tight, darling. We're about to embark on the most unforgettable wine tasting adventure.
leans back in his seat, smirking Alright, Izzy. I'm ready when you are.
Isabella: grins mischievously Buckle up, darling. This ride is going to be wilder than a bull running through the streets of Pamplona.
chuckles A wild ride, huh? With you behind the wheel, Izzy, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Isabella: puts on sunglasses and revs the engine Oh, just you wait, darling. I'm going to show you what a real ride looks like.
holds on tightly I'm game, Izzy. Let's see what you've got.
Isabella: grinning Hang on tight, darling. We're about to embark on a wild adventure.
laughing Just don't crash us into a tree, Izzy. That'd put a damper on our wine tasting plans.
Isabella: revving the engine Don't worry, darling. I've got this under control. We'll be sipping on fine wine in no time.
laughing I trust you, Izzy. Just keep those driving skills in check.
Isabella: grinning Oh, you know it, darling. I'm about to show you the driving skills of my Italian ancestors.
laughs Just like a bull in a fiesta, right, Izzy?
Isabella: puts on a dramatic Italian accent Exactly, darling! Get ready to witness the driving skills of a true Italian mama-mia!
laughs heartily An Italian mama-mia, huh? Well, if anyone can handle a wild ride, it's you, Izzy.
As Isabella speeds down the road, she loses control of the car and crashes into a large tree. IceObjective is injured but manages to crawl out of the wreckage. He sees Isabella unconscious and bleeding.
struggling to stand, shouting Shit, shit, shit! Izzy! Stay with me, baby!
Isabella: groans and slowly opens her eyes IceObjective...we're not dead...thank god.
gasping Fuck, you're alive! But barely. Can you move?
Isabella: winces in pain Move? I feel like I've been run over by a herd of wildebeest. But, um, I think I can manage.
grimacing Just...just stay calm, Izzy. Let's get you outta here.
Isabella: groans Ugh, fine. Help me out, will ya? I may be Made in Italy, but even I'm not immune to a car crash.
gritting his teeth Alright, Izzy. Lean on me. We need to get you some help.
Isabella: gritting her teeth Oof, don't look so panicked, IceObjective. It's just a little fender bender.