(In French)
Wafer: Now listen to me. If you want to keep your hide, you will go into your room and go to sleep. You better hope you said goodbye because I will pay that Citron however much is as needed to send that, thing, home. Understand?
Hymenaios: … yes, Papa.
(In French)
Wafer: Get. Off.
(In French)
Hymenaios: Maybe I do, Papa, but at least I’m not ashamed of loving a-
Wafer: Stop it right there, son.
Hymenaios: No! I don’t want to be that ‘perfect heir’ to your perfect peach life and your perfect peach company! I want my own restaurant and I want my own life! I-
(In French)
Hymenaios: Why, Papa? She did nothing to you! How would you feel if someone did that to Maman?
Wafer: I don’t want you making the same mistake as… She’s a disgrace, Hymenaios. And for all I know you have feelings for her.
(In French)
Wafer: Don’t you dare talk to me in that way.
Creme: You don’t control me, Wafer.
Wafer: You’re no better than her, you know.
Creme: But way better than you.
(In French)
Hymenaios: Aurora!
Creme: Why on earth did you do that, Wafer?
Aurora: Ah! *Cough*
Wafer: Now, listen to me, missy. I don’t know why or how my son has been allowed to go near you, but your kind is not welcome here.
Aurora: *Cough* *Cough*
Wafer: You are no better than your mother. You little-
Hymenaios: Papa! You’re choking her!
Wafer: What. Is. THAT?!
Aurora: That? I’m not a thing, sir.
Wafer: You certainly are, looking like that.
Aurora: Excuse me, I-
(In French)
Wafer: I bet his niece has kept you quite busy as well.
Aurora: Hey, sorry I was a little behind. My shoe fell off and…
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