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?