text: Harvie: Will you be at Paulo's tonight?
  Fran: I don't think so.
  Harvie: Why? :-(
  Fran: I don't feel good.
  Harvie: What's the matter?
  Fran: Nothing serious. I just feel it in my bones that flu is coming.
  Harvie: Perhaps it's just a cold.
  Fran: Perhaps.
  Harvie: So?
  Fran: No, Harvie. It's really kind of you, but tonight I'd rather be home, drink hot tea and hit the sack early.
  Harvie: Ok. No pressure.
  Fran: ok
  Harvie: I hope you'll get better over the weekend.
  Fran: That is my plan. Though the weekend itself is not going to be nice.
  Harvie: Home, hot tea, bed... sounds nice :-p
  Fran: Shut up!
  Harvie: Let me know if you need anything.
  Fran: Sure, and you'll get yourself some wings and deliver everything double quick on your way home from Paulo's.
  Harvie: Tonight may be difficult. You're right. I meant tomorrow or Sunday.
  Fran: Well... I might need something tomorrow... :-)
  Harvie: Just call me.
  Fran: Thanks. Enjoy yourself tonight! 
  Harvie: It won't be same without you there!
  Fran: Not the same, of course not :-p
  Harvie: Remember - call me!
  Fran: Ok. Bye.
target: Fran is slightly ill and won't be going with Harvie to Paulo's tonight. Fran will stay at home during the weekend.