Altair: You have to swear not to tell anyone okay?
Clover: Cross my heart.
Altair: Especially not Ume.
Clover: Ume? Why would I tell him?
Altair: You have to swear not to tell anyone okay?
Clover: Cross my heart.
Altair: Especially not Ume.
Clover: Ume? Why would I tell him?
Clover: Girl, spill the beans already. What is that you wanted to talk to be me about?
[in the distance]
Altair: I’ve sold a few.
Foxglove: That’s a great! See? It wasn’t all bad.
Altair: Yeah, I guess not. Thanks for making me come, Fox.
[phone ringing]
White sim: I found her.
….
White sim: That pink boy is with her too.
…
White sim: Consider it done.
Foxglove: So, how’s it going?
Altair: I mean… I guess okay? I feel ridiculous.
Foxglove: Did you manage to sell anything?
Altair: [deep breath] Just so you know I am holding you fully accountable if anything goes wrong.
Foxglove: You’re selling paintings at a flea market, what could possibly go wrong?
Foxglove: If anyone can sell paintings here, it’s you. The world is lucky to have your talent in it.
Altair: [laughs] You’re just saying that because I’m your girlfriend.
Foxglove: N-no!
Altair: Are you sure this a good idea?