Irish: So, not to be intrusive, but is there another parent in the picture?
Piccolo: Not exactly…
Irish: What do you mean?
Irish: So, not to be intrusive, but is there another parent in the picture?
Piccolo: Not exactly…
Irish: What do you mean?
Irish: Awe, and here’s little Sonata! She’s such a cute puppy!
Piccolo: Her birthday’s soon, so she isn’t a puppy for much longer.
Irish: Well then I’ll have to take it all in now!
Arpeggio: Hi!
Irish: Oh my goodness! What a cutie! I didn’t know you had two kids.
Piccolo: I do! They are my pride and joy.
Avocado: This.
Avocado: There’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now…
Violette: What?
Avocado: Get up.
Violette: Ok. What for?
Avocado: You’re always so headstrong and intelligent. I know you always complain about people liking your brother more than you, but I don’t. I like you. A- A lot. I have for a while. I know I asked you to this as friends but I was kind of hoping-
Violette: That it’ll eventually be something more?
Avocado: Yeah. I’m sorry if I just ruined everything.
Violette: No, you didn’t. I like you too.
Avocado: Hey Violette, can I tell you something?
Violette: Ok. Shoot.
Avocado: Well, just don’t stop me early to say I’m being too corny…
Violette: You’re starting to worry me…
Avocado: Is it better out here?
Violette: Much. My ears are still ringing from that blaring music.
Avocado: Yeah. Not much of a formal, is it?
Avocado: So, how do you like the formal?
Violette: It’s nice. It’s very loud and stuffy, though.
Avocado: Why don’t we go outside for a while? Get some fresh air.
Violette: Sure. Lead the way.