Mom: We're coming to visit you!
Jenny: What? Why?
Mom: It'll be fun!
Jenny: No, seriously. Why?
Dad: I'd like to have a look at your laptop. How's it working these days?
Jenny: It melted on Tuesday. When it hit 110 degrees.
Mom: I'm so excited! Cacti! Lizards! Fish tacos!
Dad: Do you people have ice cream out there?
Jenny: Good idea, Mom! I can cook the fish on the patio! Directly on the bricks!
Dad: What do you have there, some kind of cactus ice cream?
Jenny: In July, ice cream turns to a gas before you can eat it. Poof.
Mom: Roadrunners! Palm trees! Mexicans!
Jenny: I saw a Canadian the other day, too. His head was on fire.
Dad: You realize I expect you to bake me cookies while I'm there.
Jenny: Cookies are not happening in my kitchen in July.
Dad: Chocolate chip.
Mom: Wildfires! Rattlesnakes! Baby quails!
Jenny: We could probably bake cookies on the patio, I suppose. Since you've already got your plane tickets.