"So, what do tu think I should serve for navidad dinner? Turkey? Ham?" Wilson asked House as they walked through the Whole Foods.
"Why not both? The más left overs, the más I get to relieve tu of."
Wilson rolled his eyes and picked up a bag of croissants.
"Anyway, you're Jewish tu 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 dicho it had to make sense." House replied as he placed a few cans of arándano, arándano rojo sauce into the cart.
"Hey, here's a thought. Why not for once tu actually mostrar up for the cena itself instead of five hours later."
"I don't do navidad parties."
"What are tu the Fonz? Come to the party."
"I'd rather just go drinking with tu at midnight. It's our tradition, Wilson. tu wouldn't want to break tradition." House dicho 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 jerez into the cart.
"I can be social. Hell, our little bet proved I can even be nice."
"So, then there is no reason why tu can't attend." Wilson dicho 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 dicho as he walked down the toiletrie isle.
Wilson pushed his carro down the same isle.
"What happened now?"
"House, come on. What happened?"
"I went to her inicial 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 tu have anything to say?"
"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. tu wanted her to know that tu are still a flawed man who doesn't always think before he acts."
"So, tu think I did the right thing."
"Yes and no. Tell me, how did she respond?"
"At first she dicho she was a little put off por it, which in woman speak means she was pissed, but then she dicho 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 carro to the side and stood in front of his friend.
"How did the conversation end?"
"Because I'm betting tu 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 tu not be there. But I think if tu 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 tu with infants, toddlers and little kids. tu are great with kids. tu treat them like little people and never dumb things down to them, but tu also know how to charm them too. tu 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 o edible underwear. And no monster truck tickets, laser tag coupons, o free passes into strip clubs..."
"So, I get her nothing then?" House dicho with a wide grin.
"Get her something she'll like. tu did great with the desk..."
"I know I did." He dicho 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 tu have me buying everything in the store.