Oliver: Well that’s… more ambitious than I was expecting.

Peony: What, don’t think I can be serious?

Oliver: That’s not it at all. You’re just always playing ball, or swimming, or you know, just active. I thought you would be more likely to be a pro athlete or fitness trainer. 

Peony: I have to play sports. My grades are nowhere as good as Pom’s. Academics are easy to him. Me? I have to work my butt off for a B average. But, I’m the fastest swimmer there is and there are few Universities that offer swim scholarships.

Oliver: You’ve thought about it a lot, haven’t you.

Peony: Of course I have! I was born in Newcrust. Even though there is a section of the city for mixes like us, being mixed kind of makes you “low class”. You get treated differently.  I’m okay because I look a shade, but Pom? He looks mixed. He was picked on so much at school, that he was afraid to go anymore. The whole socially-awkward genius thing didn’t make things better, either. That’s why we moved to Peanut Brittle Bay.