Wafer: You what?!

Citron: Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Wafer. I had him do it partially because my niece needed a tour, but mainly so he could practice hospitality to berries that aren’t peach. I know you’ve raised him to be strictly peach, but if he wants his own restaurant one day, he’s going to have to be open to everyone.

Wafer: Hmm, I suppose you’re right. Just don’t let him get to close to that raw girl.

Wafer: What are you doing in the boutique?

Citron: I could ask the same of you.

Wafer: I have a wife whose birthday is soon, and I am getting her a gift. Now, you answer my question.

Citron: My niece is visiting for the summer.

Wafer: Cumulus has a child?

Citron: Five, actually.

Wafer: Huh, she’s been doing well.

Citron: Now, I’m assuming you brought a lot of summer clothes, correct?

Aurora: Erm, a little bit. Mom mainly told me to dress like spring weather.

Citron: She must of forgot how hot it gets here. Or she did that on purpose so I would by you some new clothes.

Aurora: Um…

Aurora: How come I’ve never heard of her before? Or anything about her living in Windenburg?

Citron: Well, she loved living here, but not as much as she loved Waffle Creek. I guess she kind of pushed it all away when she moved.

Aurora: Does she know French?

Citron: Of course. She isn’t as good as I am or anyone in our family, but she knew enough to get by. She already was fluent in English when we moved here, while I was just learning how to talk. I suppose it’s just all about how devoted you are.