Pansy: Can I ask something that might be a little insensitive?

Lilac: A little?

Pansy: Well, I know you live with Rosemary, so your house have pink and purple, but what’s with the white?

Lilac: Oh, that’s our girlfriend, Cumulus. She’s raw.

Pansy: Our? Like as in three of you dating?

Lilac: Yes. And if you don’t think it’s ok, that’s fine. It’s my life, not yours.