Yeti: (Looking in mirror) Mirror, mirror, on the wall – who’s the fairest of them all?
Boo: (Rolling eyes) As if our people don’t tell you enough…
Yeti: (Realizing she’s not alone) It – it was a rhetorical question.
Boo: Come on, you don’t expect me to believe you didn’t want an answer.
Yeti: Mirrors don’t really talk.
Boo: Then what was the point of asking it? You didn’t know I was here.
Yeti: Of course I did.
Boo: Now who’s a fibber, Ms. Hypocrite?
Yeti: Well, you’re always around….
Boo: You’re wandering from the point.
Yeti: (Feigning ignorance) What point?
Boo: That you’re a vain, conceited little thing, and spoiled rotten at that.
Yeti: (Pouting) That was unnecessarily harsh. Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.
Boo: (Shaking head) I don’t hate you at all. I just think that while I’m expected to work on my honesty, you should be working on your vanity. Granted, you have to fight constant input telling you how gorgeous you are all the time. (Sticks out tongue) It’s almost like you’re brainwashed. I’m not saying you aren’t pretty; you just obsess about it a lot.
Yeti: Well…thanks, I guess. You get lots of compliments, too. How do you keep yourself grounded?
Boo: I think the fact that I get yelled at for stealing and such around here keeps my ego in check. You are pretty well behaved.
Yeti: Thank you.
Boo: You’re welcome.
Yeti: So…this is a lot to consider. I need to balance fantasy and reality.
Boo: Not a lot of fun, I understand.
Yeti: I know I’m going to slip up…like you. (Sighs)
Boo: We’ll keep each other in check.
Yeti: Partners?
Boo: Partners. (Peekaboo turns her attention to their surroundings.) Man, Missus sure has lots of pretty sparkly things up here (bats at an old costume-jewelry choker with aurora borealis rhinestones, and starts to drag it off the dresser as her personal toy).
Yeti: Here, you’re not using that right. Help me put it on – it sets off my lovely blue eyes and precious pink nose (poses coquettishly).
Boo: (She abruptly glares at Yeti, considers herself, shakes her head and adopts a deadpan tone as Yeti mirrors her expression and thoughts) We really are hopeless, aren’t we?
Yeti: It would seem so…(tilts her head admiring her reflection, oblivious to Boo dragging off the choker)…it’s part of our unique charm….
