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Meadow: And Cupid?

Cumulus: She’d want to be singing with Mommy. 

Violette: She never shuts up!

Cumulus: Violette!

Violette: She’s a cat! She doesn’t understand us!

Cumulus: It’s still rude, sweetie.

Violette: What do you think Calypso would want?

Cumulus: Probably not to be so old. The poor guy’s getting up in years.

Meadow: Did Peppermint write his?

Violette: He can’t write, dummy.

Cumulus: Violette.

Violette: Sorry.

Violette: Wait! Twizzle needs to write her’s too!

Twizzle: Really? I don’t really want anything.

Meadow: There has to be something.

Twizzle: Fine, I’ll write one.

Cumulus: Now, did you guys write your letters on what you wanted this year?

Meadow: Yup!

Cumulus: Ok, but I have to read over them.

Violette: Uh, no? What we write is for ours and the receiver’s eyes only!

Cumulus: But I need to proofread them. Nobody likes bad grammar in a letter. You have to make sure it’s all good!

Violette: Oh ok. I think that’s reasonable.

Meadow: Yeah. We’re not good with spelling.

Violette: Maybe you’re bad, but not me!

Meadow: Ok, sure.

Pansy: Sorry to only see you guys for a short while, I wanted to stay until I saw you guys and then leave. I have some work to do.

Twizzle: Awww, Auntie Pan. Can’t you help us with our homework. Please?

Pansy: Oh, alright. You’re lucky I like you.

Violette: Auntie Pan, are you sure you should be wearing a long sleeved crop top? Your boyfriend might get too distracted to pay attention to your pretty face.

Pansy: Who gave you such an attitude?

Violette: Mom says I get it from you.

Pansy: Of course she would say that.

Twizzle: Auntie Pan!

Pansy: Hey kids! How was school?

Meadow: Is was fine.

Valentino: Sorry to cut this short, but I have to leave for work.

Pansy: See you, babe.

Cumulus: It was nice to meet you, Valentino!

Lilac: Don’t worry dude, when I throw my bouquet, I’ll throw it right at her.

Valentino: What? What do you mean?

Lilac: You know what I mean, dude.

Pansy: So Lilac. About the wedding.

Lilac: Yes, you’re going to be my maid of honor.

Pansy: What? How did you know?

Lilac: You’re too predictable. Besides, I promised you when we were younger, remember?

Pansy: I thought you forgot about that.

Lilac: Of course not!