Aurora: Hey, Hymenaios?
Hymenaios: What?
Aurora: Thanks.
Hymenaios: You are very welcome.
Aurora: Hey, Hymenaios?
Hymenaios: What?
Aurora: Thanks.
Hymenaios: You are very welcome.
Hymenaios: Here we are, ma fleur. It was wonderful to spend the day with you.
Aurora: Better than cooking for my uncle?
Hymenaios: Eh, I guess so.
Aurora: You doofus.
Aurora: You know, I feel so rude, asking you about your family and personal life and not even knowing you for a day. What are you like?
Hymenaios: Eh, trés sexy, non? And very humble.
Aurora: No, you doofus. I meant, what do you like?
Hymenaios: I knew what you meant. It was a joke. But, I like cooking.
Aurora: Yes Captain Obvious, what else?
Hymenaios: Oh. I love dogs. Very much. I don’t have one because my Dad has the allergies. And you?
Aurora: Well, I love to write and paint. But I think you knew that.
Hymenaios: Well, this has been fun, but it is almost dinner, and I bet Citron wants you home.
Aurora: Oh, I guess.
Aurora: Well, that sucks. What about your mom?
Hymenaios: She’s ok. She understands what I feel, but she is almost scared too speak up to my father. That’s why I come out here. I can think of new recipes without any, eh…
Aurora: Interruptions?
Hymenaios: Yes, yes! Interruptions.
Aurora: Annoying?
Hymenaios: You know, like, “When are you going to date a nice peach girl?” and, “You should be friends with that peach boy. He’s got to be a good influence to you!” It is really unbearable.
Aurora: So, how often would you come here?
Hymenaios: Eh, maybe, four, five times a week? It was mainly whenever my father was being annoying.
Hymenaios: Eh, but we can go another time. For now, let me show you where I come to relax.
Aurora: Lead the way.
Hymenaios: And here is my favorite place. Les ruines.
Aurora: What are these ruins of?
Hymenaios: It does not matter. It only ever gets busy here at night. Bonfire parties happen very often.
Hymenaios: Come with me!
Aurora: Where are we going?
Hymenaios: Tu verras, ma fleur.