(In French)

Creme: Why, Wafer? You just broke his and the girl’s heart.

Wafer: Just like you broke mine.

Creme: …

Wafer: Now, I will call Citron to come pick up this abomination. I advise you have a talk with your precious friend, Cumulus. Let her know what mistake she’s made.

(In French)

Wafer: Now listen to me. If you want to keep your hide, you will go into your room and go to sleep. You better hope you said goodbye because I will pay that Citron however much is as needed to send that, thing, home. Understand?

Hymenaios: … yes, Papa.