Rosemary: So Twiz, how was your first day of school?

Twizzle: It was good, except for recess.

Rosemary: Oh sweetie, did something happen?

Twizzle: … Can I talk to you, Mom, and Momma?

Rosemary: Of course, Twiz, they’re in the kitchen, you just sit down.

Twizzle: Ok mommy.

???: Why on Earth would I play with you? I don’t wanna hang out with a girl that reads all day.

???: I was trying to be nice, Champagne. You don’t have to be mean about it.

Champagne: Mean? How am I mean? You’re the creep who thinks she’s good enough to play with me.

Twizzle: (Oh no. Should I intervene?)