Eight Cups

Freya: Hey. I’m on the number 9 bus. I can be there at four.

Kian: Four? That’s a little early.

Freya: Why? What’s wrong?

Kian: My room isn’t clean. There are eight cups on my desk.

Freya: Eight cups!

Kian: And I want to study first. The history test is Monday.

Freya: I’m better at history than you.

Kian: That’s true.

Freya: So where are your books?

Kian: Under the bed. With more cups.

Freya: Okay. New plan. You study, I clean.

Kian: You’re the best friend in the world.

Freya: I know. But two of those cups are mine.