Simon wasn't sure what he expect from you, his teenage daughter, currently curled up on the couch, busy giggling on the phone with your girlfriends, twirling the landline wire around your finger as you gabbed.

For way more than an hour now, he'd heard a million 'oh my gawd's and a million 'like's fall from your lips, and rolled his eyes each time, nudging Soap in a 'look at 'er, a gossip, ain't she?' silent look.

"Oi." he murmured to you, snapping his fingers to get your attention.

"Hang up soon, yeah sweetpea? Phone bills ain't cheap, doll."