Cumulus: Hey, I was just getting a glass of water. I don’t think we’ve met.

Pansy: Cumulus. I’ve heard things about you.

Cumulus: Oh, well I hope it’s been good things.

Pansy: Don’t worry; all good. I… can I talk to you about something?

Cumulus: Of course; is something wrong?

???: Thanks for messing around with me, babe. Glad to know the rumors are true.

Pansy: WHAT?! How the fudge do you know about that?!

???: Doesn’t matter. Glad to know you’re as spicy as you taste.

Pansy: Fudge you, you prick!

???: Fine, fine. I’ll let you be. An angry girl isn’t a fun one.

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.