Aurora: I’ll just watch you finish it.
Hymenaios: If you’re sure, wimp.
Aurora: I’m sure.
Aurora: I’ll just watch you finish it.
Hymenaios: If you’re sure, wimp.
Aurora: I’m sure.
Hymenaios: Want me to kiss it to make it feel better?
Aurora: Shut up, Doofus, you’re making me blush!
Aurora: I cut my finger!
Hymenaios: It doesn’t look too bad. We’ll just wash it and put a bandaid on it.
Aurora: I’ve got this. I’ve practiced. I think I’ve got the hang of this cooking thing.
Hymenaios: It’s been a month and you only know how to dice vegetables.
Aurora: Shut up, Doofus. OW!
Hymenaios: Alright, just as I’ve taught you.
Hymenaios: I should be going now, but we need to hang out again. Maybe I can teach you to cook.
Aurora: I’d love that!
Hymenaios: You would?
Aurora: I most certainly would. Thank you.
Aurora: Why didn’t I think of that? My uncle is a chef, and you are a chef. And I’m an artist! That way, I can always know how artists and chefs work! You’re a genius, Hymenaios!
Hymenaios: Oh, uh, thanks.
Hymenaios: How about a chef?
Aurora: A… chef?
Hymenaios: Ah, so you’re writing a love story?
Aurora: Yea. My siblings always call me a hopeless romantic, but I just live for a good love story. It’s just, I’ve been trying to decide who the main characters are. I was thinking an artist, but I don’t know who’d they fall in love with.