[We open on Dr Becca and J in the living room of their fabulous apartment. It's a familiar scene--they sit side by side on the Todd Oldham for La-z-boy Dexter sofa (in Espresso), legs propped up on the coffee table. J browses the baseball blogs, while Dr Becca flips through unread Instapaper articles on her iPad. Suddenly, she sits up.]
Dr Becca: Ooh! I know! I can make the invite for our 4th of July party!
J: Sure, go nuts.
Dr Becca: What should we call it?
J: Um...4th of July party?
Dr Becca: I think we can do better than that!
[She furiously types and swipes, swipes and types, and presents the final template to J.]
J [brow furrowed]: What's "e-piece-oss?"
Dr Becca: It says EPICSAUCE, silly!
J: WTF does that mean?
Dr Becca: You know, like epic. But epic sauce.
J: Why do you say the "sauce" part?
Dr Becca: I don't know...it's just something people say on the internet.
J: This is a thing?
Dr Becca: It's totally a thing!
J: I don't think our friends will understand what we mean if we call our party "Epicsauce 4th of July Party."
Dr Becca: Really?
Dr Becca [pouty face]: But...but...oh, fine. But the party WILL be epicsauce, you know!