Aurora: Caramel? What’s wrong, Sweetie?
Caramel: Bad dream.
Aurora: Caramel? What’s wrong, Sweetie?
Caramel: Bad dream.
Caramel: Mommy?
Cumulus: Nevertheless, I’m so happy for you, Aurora. We’ve all been waiting for this. I’ll let you get some sleep, now. I bet we both need it.
Aurora: So Mom, Hymenaios proposed.
Cumulus: I know.
Aurora: Really?
Cumulus: You think he’d do anything like that without talking with your mothers?
Aurora: Heh, no.
Aurora: I’m sorry I left you to look after the kids today.
Cumulus: It’s no problem, dear. Everybody has rough days.
Aurora: Oh, is he asleep?
Cumulua: Yup. Come, let’s talk in the hall.
Cumulus: Goodnight, my little Caramel.