Ume: Fox, my brother, what are you—SHIT.
Altair: What’s going o-
Ume: Don’t come in here! Clove, call the cops!
Altair: Ume, you’re scaring me.
Ume: Fox, my brother, what are you—SHIT.
Altair: What’s going o-
Ume: Don’t come in here! Clove, call the cops!
Altair: Ume, you’re scaring me.
Altair: Ughh…I am so sore. I’m pretty sure I worked out muscles I didn’t even know existed today.
Clover: [giggles] I told you that instructor is intense.
Altair: More like a monster!
Clover: Trust me, after a few times, you’ll love it.
Altair: I don’t think I can handle another round of that.
[click]
Foxglove: W-who’s there?
White male: Sorry kid, you ran away with the wrong girl.
Foxglove: Can we just talk–
White male: No can do. I’ve got a message to deliver to.
[gunshot]
…
[thud]
Altair: You weren’t supposed to agree with that.
Ume: [chuckles] Sorry.
Altair: It’s just… I haven’t seen you since…
Ume: …my mom died?
Altair: …exactly. Look, we’ll talk, okay? Just… for now… can we push restart?
Ume: Sure.
Altair: I’m sorry for the other day.
Ume: … you mean when you completely ditched me on the beach?
Altair: I was kind of a berryhole, wasn’t I?
Ume: A little.
Ume: What are we not telling Ume?
Clover: Oh… would you look at the time I just remembered I have to go to that new “inner zen” class that’s starting like right this second. I’ll catch you after Altair.
Altair: CLOVER DON’T YOU DARE [door closing] … leave me.
Ume: … What’s going on?
Altair: Nothing… look. Can we go inside?
Altair: Just a few weeks.
Clover: Ooo, I’m so excited. But…
Altair: But, what?
Clover: I mean… that’s not exactly what I expected to hear after the whole “don’t tell Ume” spiel. What gives?
Clover: [screaming] Whaaaat?!
Altair: Shh… quiet down, will you?!
Clover: Sorry, can’t help it. I’m just excited. How far along are you?
Altair: Nevermind that. Just promise me you won’t tell him, okay?
Clover: Promise. Now, just tell me. I’m dying here.
Altair: I’m pregnant.