"Why not both? The zaidi left overs, the zaidi I get to relieve wewe of."
Wilson rolled his eyes and picked up a bag of croissants.
"Anyway, you're Jewish wewe can't eat ham."
"I'm Jewish but not orthodox. You've seen me eat bacon."
"You're mother must be rolling over in her grave."
"My mother's not dead, House."
"It's an expression, Wilson. No one ever alisema it had to make sense." House replied as he placed a few cans of cranberry sauce into the cart.
"Hey, here's a thought. Why not for once wewe actually onyesha up for the chajio, chakula cha jioni itself instead of five hours later."
"I don't do krisimasi parties."
"What are wewe the Fonz? Come to the party."
"I'd rather just go drinking with wewe at midnight. It's our tradition, Wilson. wewe wouldn't want to break tradition." House alisema with mock sincerity.
"You don't want to come because that would mean having to be somewhat social and we can't have that. Hey, grab that bottle of cooking sherry."
House placed the sherry into the cart.
"I can be social. Hell, our little bet proved I can even be nice."
"So, then there is no reason why wewe can't attend." Wilson alisema with a Victorious smile.
"Just because I can be nice doesn't mean I want to. Anyway, what's in it for me?"
"Oh, I don't know. Free food. Free booze..."
"But I'll get that anyway when I raid your fridge," House stated as he picked up a can of Pringles and threw it in the cart.
"Cuddy will be there."
House stopped to rub his leg a bit before responding.
"Then I definitely won't be there." He alisema as he walked down the toiletrie isle.
Wilson pushed his gari down the same isle.
"What happened now?"
"Nothing."
"House, come on. What happened?"
"I went to her nyumbani to see her...to give her some diapers..."
"That was nice of you..."
"I told her that the woman she saw was infact who she thought she was."
Wilson just stared blankly at House.
"Well, don't wewe have anything to say?"
"I'm processing."
"Hurry up already. I need some of your patented psycho-analysis."
Wilson picked up a pack of razors and placed them in his cart.
"You wanted to be honest with her. wewe wanted her to know that wewe are still a flawed man who doesn't always think before he acts."
"So, wewe think I did the right thing."
"Yes and no. Tell me, how did she respond?"
"At first she alisema she was a little put off kwa it, which in woman speak means she was pissed, but then she alisema exactly what I told you, that I owe her no explanation because we're not together."
"Sounds like a rationalization to me."
"But it's not. We aren't a couple, Wilson."
Ignoring House's statement, Wilson pushed the gari to the side and stood in front of his friend.
"How did the conversation end?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm betting wewe wouldn't be this doubtful of the situation if the conversation ended well."
"She asked me to leave."
"You're going to have to fix this, House."
"I brought the diapers..."
"More than that. Look, she's coming to the party under the condition that wewe not be there. But I think if wewe happened to crash the event and..."
"This plot is so hackeneyed I've seen it used on General Hospital five times already."
"It's an old standby. Just come. Bring her a present and really make it a fun night for her and the baby."
"She's bringing the munchkin?"
"I thought it would be nice."
"I don't know how to entertain a baby."
"Oh, please. I've seen wewe with infants, toddlers and little kids. wewe are great with kids. wewe treat them like little people and never dumb things down to them, but wewe also know how to charm them too. wewe are always you're best with kids. Adults on the other hand."
House shook his head.
"God, Wilson shut up. I'll consider going."
"Well, that's a start. Just don't get her any present that involves crotchless panties au edible underwear. And no monster truck tickets, laser tag coupons, au free passes into strip clubs..."
"So, I get her nothing then?" House alisema with a wide grin.
"Get her something she'll like. wewe did great with the desk..."
"I know I did." He alisema sadly.
"I have faith that you'll do something else that she'll love."
House rolled his eyes.
"You're such a cornball romantic, Wilson."
"I have been married three times. If that's not romance..."
"It's not so much romance as it is unrelenting stupidity."
Wilson sighed in exasperation.
"Let's check out before wewe have me buying everything in the store.
