We're on our way to drop coffee off with Eliza's beau, because he has to work late tonight accepting a double delivery with a skeleton crew. Then we're going shopping to find a unicorn for her to give him for Xmas. Long story that she doesn't want to share here. We've been trying to figure out what to say if he asks what we're up to tonight...
What? You didn't hear about the unicorn hunt?
Same this as everyone else in a Friday night. Hunting unicorns. Duh.
In reality, it'll probably be him thanking her for the coffee and not even asking about our night.