Chocolate Syrup+Milk+Seltzer

I am watching Arrested Development - but it's being done like a passion play where you follow the cast around to the stations of the cross. At some point it stops being that show and turns into several spin offs. I stop and make myself an egg creme - but instead of regular chocolate syrup I am using some expensive chocolate from south america.

We are going into a breakfast nook. Women only. Surrounded by windows - it's an overcast day and the room itself juts out over the ocean. As we step into the room, we grab a comforter and drop down onto pillows littering the floor. There is a teenage girl talking loudly on the phone and her mother is shushing her. Another woman looks out the window to watch her twin boys play in the sand. It feels like some shabby chic moon bounce. Twynnie is there but I think she is in another room.