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Hymenaios: And then he’ll tell her what he likes about her. How she’s kind and smart and funny. How every time he sees her, he gets birds in his stomach.

Aurora: Butterflies?

Hymenaios: Oui. What I meant.

Aurora: Then what does he do?

Hymenaios: This.

Hymenaios: He should dance with her like this.

Aurora: Why? They literally just did that in the story.

Hymenaios: Maybe it’s just their thing.

Aurora: I love it here! It’s just the place for Caramel’s confession! Just how should he do it…

Hymenaios: I have an idea. Get up.

Aurora: Why?

Aurora: How come you’ve never shown this place to me before?

Hymenaios: I wanted to save it for the best moment.

Aurora: And this is it?

Hymenaios: Yes.

Hymenaios: Come on, let’s find a place to sit.

Hymenaios: Here are the bluffs. Do you like it?

Aurora: It’s beautiful.

Aurora: Is everything alright?

Hymenaios: Oh, yes, yes. Let’s go.

Creme: Vous l’aimez, n’est-ce pas?

Hymenaios: Oui, Maman. J’ai peur du père…

Creme: Ne t’en fais pas, Hymenaios. Il devra apprendre finalement.

(Translation: You like her, don’t you? … Yes, Mother. I worry about father … Don’t worry. He will have to learn eventually.)

Creme: Ah, Aurora, I need a hug from you as well. It was so nice to meet you.

Aurora: It was nice to meet you too. I feel like I know a little more about my family now.

Creme: Of course. A daughter of Cumulus is a daughter of mine. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to speak with my son alone for a minute.

Aurora: Oh, sure! I’ll just be waiting outside.