Citron: We need to get to the restaurant. We have a very special group of ladies coming for lunch.
Aurora: But I can’t cook.
Citron: I know, but I want you to paint.
Aurora: Why?
Citron: These ladies are very astute artists. I think it would be nice for you to have a workplace at the restaurant too.
Aurora: Alright. When are we leaving?
Citron: Now.
Citron: You know, I appreciate your enthusiasm for your story, but we need to get ready.
Aurora: Ready? For what?
Aurora: So, the romantic landscape of Windenburg definitely should be my setting. Ooo, it could be a story of a budding romance. Between, hmm, an artist and a…. ah, I don’t know!
Aurora: How do I look?
Citron: C’est trés chic! It’s wonderful, Aurora. You look a lot like Cumulus.
Aurora: Is that a good thing?
Citron: Very. You have your mother’s ears. Let’s go.
Citron: Wait, she isn’t r-
Wafer: I’m taking my leave now. I need to make sure my son knows his priorities.
Aurora: Uncle Citron? I found an outfit!
Wafer: You what?!
Citron: Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Wafer. I had him do it partially because my niece needed a tour, but mainly so he could practice hospitality to berries that aren’t peach. I know you’ve raised him to be strictly peach, but if he wants his own restaurant one day, he’s going to have to be open to everyone.
Wafer: Hmm, I suppose you’re right. Just don’t let him get to close to that raw girl.
Wafer: Well, since you’re here, I want to know how my son did as your apprentice today.
Citron: The restaurant was closed today, so instead of making him scrub dishes, I had him give my niece a tour of the city.
Wafer: What are you doing in the boutique?
Citron: I could ask the same of you.
Wafer: I have a wife whose birthday is soon, and I am getting her a gift. Now, you answer my question.
Citron: My niece is visiting for the summer.
Wafer: Cumulus has a child?
Citron: Five, actually.
Wafer: Huh, she’s been doing well.
???: Citron.
Citron: Wafer. Pleasure to see you. Please, sit down.
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