Paris: Oh. Rough.
Thistle: She paints like my sister did, she’s raw.
Paris: Your sister is raw?
Thistle: Mostly. Now with Marshmallow pregnant, I’m afraid it’s going to get… awkward.
Paris: Oh. Rough.
Thistle: She paints like my sister did, she’s raw.
Paris: Your sister is raw?
Thistle: Mostly. Now with Marshmallow pregnant, I’m afraid it’s going to get… awkward.
Paris: So, what is it?
Thistle: Have you ever had that feeling that someone you’re dating reminds you too much of someone close to you?
Paris: Oh, definitely! One time, I dated this berry who reminded me of one of my siblings.
Thistle: I’m having that with Marshmallow. She keeps reminding me of… my sister.
Paris: I know, isn’t it great?
Thistle: You know?
Paris: Um… yeah, I was there when she took the test.
Thistle: Oh, I see. But whatever. That’s… not the real problem.
Paris: So, spill it, Thistle. What’s wrong?
Thistle: Well, Marshmallow is pregnant.
Paris: She’s out running errands, but you can talk with me. I don’t want you wasting a trip out in the snow for nothing.
Thistle: Oh, alright.
Paris: Please, come sit!
Paris: Thistle? What are you doing here?
Thistle: I’m sorry for barging in so late, but I really need to talk to Fleur. Is she here right now?
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*Knock Knock*
Thistle: Oh my Berry. No.