While dining in the Main Dining Room on Wednesday night, Elizabeth saw Rick's baked potato arrive and began to salivate.
"Your potato looks divine."
"Huh? Did I hear you right? Did you just say your dad's potato looks 'divine?'"
"Well, doesn't it?"
"Liz, you have never spoken like that in your life. All you need is a British accent to make it complete."
"I always talk like that."
"Yeah, right. Since when?"
"Since I met God."
Pause... Blink, blink.
"Is He here? Is He up on the Prominade deck? 'Cuz I think I'd like to meet Him, too."
A few moments later, the connection dawned on me. Divine. God is Divine.
"Hey, Liz... So God's a potato now?"
"Mom you're not funny."
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