Citron: Here’s the living area. There’s not a lot because I spend most of my time at my restaurant. I tried to put some effort into the guest room.
Aurora: Really?
Citron: Yea, come see!
Citron: Here’s the living area. There’s not a lot because I spend most of my time at my restaurant. I tried to put some effort into the guest room.
Aurora: Really?
Citron: Yea, come see!
Citron: What, did you think I owned a mansion?
Aurora: Maybe, but, to be honest, I like it better. Makes it easier to find everything.
Citron: That’s true. Here, let me give you a very short tour.
Aurora: This is your place? It’s so-
Citron: Small?
Aurora: I was going to say pretty, but small too. Aren’t you like, super rich from your restaurant?
Aurora: I haven’t seen you in forever!
Citron: Yea, kiddo. You were just a little toddler last time I saw you. You must be tired. Let’s go and get you set up at my house.
Citron: Hey, kiddo. You’ve grown quite a bit.
Aurora: Uncle Citron!
Aurora: Ugh, that trip was so long. I’m soooo tired.
Cumulus: You’ll be fine, though. Although mixed relationships are frowned upon over there, they know that being mixed is something you can’t prevent. It won’t stop them for being rude at first.
Aurora: I got this, Mom.
Cumulus: I love you, sweetie.
Aurora: I love you too, Mom.
Cumulus: So, are you ready for the best summer ever?
Aurora: Am I ever! I haven’t seen Uncle Citron since I was a baby!
Cumulus: He’s so excited to see you again. He’s been so busy with his restaurant nowadays.
Aurora: Well, I should get on the plane.
Cumulus: I shouldn’t keep you any longer. I should warn you, though, some of the people in Windenburg aren’t too, keen, on mixed berries.
Aurora: Oh?