Jay and Matty’s favourite cafe is closed for renovations so they go to the one down the road. “Ooh, tradies,” says Matty suggestively, seeing a panel van parked outside. Jay laughs out her nose, the way Matty inevitably makes her do. This woman has made her spit, dribble, inhale her soda, even experience light bladder leakage, with laughter. It’s her tone of voice, her facial expressions, more than anything else. It’s a sunny day so they choose a table outside. Jay isn’t sold on the outdoor area. “I can’t decide what vibe they’re going for,” she says. “Generic Kiwi deck or retro boho retreat?”
“Mitre 10 Mega catalogue,” says Matty, and Jay laughs again. “Oh yum,
