Cumulus: Just a question.
Lilac: Yes?
Cumulus: Can we wait until after the baby comes to have our wedding? I’d rather not be pregnant.
Lilac: Of course.
Cumulus: Just a question.
Lilac: Yes?
Cumulus: Can we wait until after the baby comes to have our wedding? I’d rather not be pregnant.
Lilac: Of course.
Rosemary: eeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Cumulus: I think she means, yes, of course we’ll marry you, Lilac. Why wouldn’t we?
Lilac: Cumulus, Rosemary, will you marry me?
Lilac: I love you guys both so much, and I could never imagine being with anyone else. We have three beautiful children and two fur-babies. I feel like I should’ve done this a long time ago, but I’ve just gotten enough courage to do so…
Lilac: You guys need to hold out your hands.
Rosemary: Ok…
Lilac: And neither of you can say anything ‘til I’m done.
Cumulus: You’re worrying me…
Lilac: Well, it’s more of a gift than an announcement.
Rosemary: Aww, you got us a gift?
Cumulus: That’s so sweet!
Rosemary: So now that our announcements are out of the way, should we get the check?
Lilac: Nuh-uh, it’s my turn.
Rosemary: But you didn’t mention it in the text.
Lilac: I know. I wanted to go last.
Cumulus: So, what is it?
Cumulus: I’m pregnant!
Lilac: So that’s why you scarfed down your cheesecake.
Cumulus: I didn’t judge you for eating a lot during your pregnancy.
Lilac: Fair.
Cumulus: Speaking of being a mom…
Cumulus: Ish good awight?
Rosemary: Cu, now you sound like Meadow. You don’t have to speak with your mouth full.
Cumulus: What are you, my mom?
Rosemary: No, but I am a mom, which qualifies.