Goldenrod: Ah, no problem, kiddo. You’ve earned it.

Marigold: We figured that since we’ll help your brother with his dream restaurant, we should help you with your dreams too. The house isn’t that furnished, though.

Goldenrod: We may be well off, but we aren’t made of money.

Cumulus: You guys are the best parents ever. You didn’t have to do any of this. I’m definitely going to have to come when Citron opens his restaurant.

Marigold: Speaking of your brother, Citron! Come over and say goodbye to your sister!