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Ume: Can I ask you something?

Altair: Sure. What is it?

Ume: You’re Valerian Nova’s daughter, right?

Altair: That obvious, huh?

Ume: We’ve met before.

Altair: That’s not possib– wait, [stares] you’re not? There’s no way.

Altair: It will probably seem silly to you but, I’m not really used to being around people. My father kept me on a pretty strict lockdown most of my life. Something about keeping me safe from the frivolity of worldly desires. 

Ume: I’m sure this is a lot for you then.

Altair: I don’t know. Just hearing the stories about everyone’s time together it just made me realize how alone I really am.

[pause]

Altair: I’m sorry, this probably sounds ridiculous to you.

Ume: No, I get it. Sometimes it feels like living in a whole different world…

Altair: Hmm… yeah, I’m just feeling a little…

Ume: Overwhelmed? 

Altair: Something like that.

Ume: Hey… are you okay?

Foxglove: What on earth are you talking about?

Camellia: Look, Altair seems like a nice girl and everything but I mean… You barely know her. You quit your job and ran back here after what? Two months of knowing her? You have to understand that most people don’t rush in like that, right?

Foxglove: I appreciate your concern, sis, but I know what I’m doing.

Foxglove: There’s nothing to worry about. 

Camellia: I’m not so sure about that. I mean, to you this all seems fine, but…you know… to everyone else…

Foxglove: Just spit it out Cam.

Camellia: Don’t you think you’re being a little irrational? 

Camellia: Hey little bro, can we have a heart-to-heart real quick?

Foxglove: Sure, Cam. What’s up?

Camellia: I’m worried about you.

[laughter]

Ume: Dude, you’re only three years older than us. That hardly makes you our “elder”.

Clover: Plus it’s hard to respect someone who can’t even hear the word “inchworm” without feeling sick.

Prussian: [shivers] Ugh… they’re so slimy… and cold… and wiggly… and… I think I’m going to be sick.

Clover: How did you survive Soliel being born?

Apricot: He threw up in the trash can and passed out. Hit his head on a chair, too, needed six stitches.

Foxglove: I got your back, Pru.

Prussian: You two!! … should really have more respect for your elders.