???: Knock Knock! Anyone home?
Cumulus: I’m coming!
???: Knock Knock! Anyone home?
Cumulus: I’m coming!
Goldenrod: Now kiddo, we’re expecting a future son or daughter in law the next time we see you.
Cumulus: What?
Marigold: He’s kidding, dear. Just ignore him.
Cumulus: I’ve been doing that for the past fifteen years.
Marigold: Well, we have to catch the flight home. Call us tomorrow!
Citron: I guess I’m gonna miss you, sis.
Cumulus: Oh, c’mon; you love me.
Citron: Everybody loves you, sis. You don’t have to make it sound like a privilege to like you.
Cumulus: What? That’s crazy.
Citron: Tell that to the five boys who asked you to prom this last year.
Marigold: Alright, you two. No need to bicker.
Goldenrod: Ah, no problem, kiddo. You’ve earned it.
Marigold: We figured that since we’ll help your brother with his dream restaurant, we should help you with your dreams too. The house isn’t that furnished, though.
Goldenrod: We may be well off, but we aren’t made of money.
Cumulus: You guys are the best parents ever. You didn’t have to do any of this. I’m definitely going to have to come when Citron opens his restaurant.
Marigold: Speaking of your brother, Citron! Come over and say goodbye to your sister!
Marigold: Oh Cumulus, I’m going to miss you so much! But I’m proud of you for getting this painting deal. Even if I would like you to have gotten one near Windenburg…
Cumulus: Relax, mom. I’ll make sure to visit often. And I can’t thank you guys enough for helping get this, um, giant house for me.
Now you must go. Through the tree you go. I will miss you, Cumulus, but I will see you again someday.
Although I’ll be gone, I won’t be forever. As my sisters before, I’ll watch over the world with them. But, when you are older, you may be able to come visit here. You see this well? I am the well. No, not now, but soon. My legacy will continue through you, my dear. The heir for each generation is allowed one wish from me. If their love is strong, I can make their dreams come true.