Oliver: Peony, do you ever think about the future?

Peony: You have to be more specific, Oliver.

Oliver: I was just thinking about what my purpose in life is. 

Peony: Wow, stargazing turns you into a real philospher, doesn’t it? So, do you mean like, ‘what do you want to be when you grow up’? Or is this your way of asking me to marry you?

Oliver: W-what?! N-no! Why would you ask such a thing?

Peony: Calm down Oliver, I’m just kidding. I won’t have time for romance, anyways.

Oliver: What do you mean?

Peony: I am going to be the first mixed-berry woman elected to Congress.