"Hiya. So how have things been?"
"Good. It's great to be home."
"Yeah."
"I hear you went on Who Wants to be a Millionaire?"
"Yep."
"How far did you get?"
"Didn't even get it the in hotseat."
"What?"
"Kidding. They weren't doing their usual method of picking who went into the hotseat."
"Okay then. So how much did you win?"
"I didn't win a thing."
"You bombed out on the first question?" Isaac gaped.
"No. It was for charity stupid."
"Oh. Okay, so how much did the charity win?"
"Actually I was going for two."
"Okay how much did they win?"
"$500,000."
"Altogether?"
"Each."
"Dude! You won the million dollars?"
"No, my charities did."
"Argh, you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I know. And you know what the irony is?"
"What?"
"The final question was 'which of the following is not a sign of concussion?' "
Isaac cracked up. They talked a little long about this and then Isaac asked another question:
"So whatever happened to Operation umm... that think you have going with Blake?"
"Operation PBGIHP?"
"Yeah, that."
"Hang on a second. I told Zac to keep it a secret."
"Did you?"
"Yes... oh, wait... he never actually agreed... hmm... better be more careful next time."
"What does it stand for again?"
"Put Bill Gates In His Place."
"Oh yeah," Isaac laughed. "So, how is it going?"
"Blake's still working on it. He's a real perfectionist that boy."
"I see."