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.
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.
Pansy: And who wears a nightgown to bed? What is this, the 1800′s? Oh, and how’s your music going? I haven’t seen any success on your part.
Rosemary: Well, it was nice to see you too. I’m going to eat breakfast. If you need any more salt I’ll be sure not to give it to you.
Pansy: And what gave you the right to be so rude?
Rosemary: -_-
Rosemary: I don’t know if you remember me, but I’m-
Pansy: Rosemary, the chick who thinks it ok to run away with my sister and be the gross mixed couple you are.
Rosemary: Actually, I-
Pansy: You also give the terrible nicknames, right? You called me Pan; I’m not a flipping kitchen utensil. I’m a lady.