Pansy: Actually, I don’t really care. If you’re going to date one person not your color, might as well date two. I don’t judge you for dating two people, you don’t judge me for h-… nothing.
Lilac: Are you actually being nice for once?
Pansy: Yeah, yeah, I did a good. Now can we please go to this club now?
Lilac: Fine, let’s go.
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.
Lilac: So, how was your day in Waffle Creek?
Pansy: Let’s see: museum was boring, library was very blue, and the diner’s food was ok. As for this park, it’s mediocre at best.
Lilac: I’m just going to take that as you enjoyed it.
Pansy: Does it pain you to actually wear purple every once in a while?
Lilac: I’ve worn enough purple. I actually look less monotonous while wearing more than one color. You should try it sometime.
Pansy: Ugh, for once, you’re right. Maybe we can stop at a boutique for some hip Waffle Creek fashion.
Lilac: Sure…
Lilac: If you’re nice enough, I’ll even let you go to a club.
Pansy: Really? But I’m underage.
Lilac: I know you’ve done worse. It’s a club for teens and adults.
Pansy: Should’ve known it was too good to be true.
Pansy: I see the dog’s back in your grasp. What did you do to get him back? Bribery? Maybe-
Lilac: I’m going to stop you right there. Come on. Let’s go out before it gets too crowded anywhere.
Lilac: Huh, I thought I told you to stay on the couch and be nice. You failed both of my orders.
Pansy: Since when where you the boss of me?
Lilac: Since you walked into this house.
Lilac: Don’t worry about her, Rosemary. I’m taking her sight-seeing today; she shouldn’t bug you.
Rosemary: Thanks, Li. I’ve learned by now just to tune her out.
Lilac: Yeah, it’s a shame, too. She used to be so nice. Oh well. Better go before she starts hashing on Cumulus as well.
Lilac: What’d she call you this time?
Rosemary: She called me rude. Like she isn’t?
Lilac: Wow. The irony.
Rosemary: Li?
Lilac: What is it, Rosemary?
Rosemary: Your sister…
Lilac: Oh great. I’m so sorry, Rosemary. The one thing I ask her not to do, she does. I should’ve known better.
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