Ume: A pumpkin patch? Really?
Altair: Is there a problem?
Ume: No… it’s just… winter.
Altair: A world where pumpkins go out of season is a world I don’t want to live in. Besides, it’s not officially winter time yet.
Ume: We only have a few weeks.
Altair: You keep talking and all I hear is, “I’m a salty llama and I don’t want any pumpkin pie tonight.”
Ume: [whispers] I know the feeling.
Ume: [kisses forehead]
Altair: When you’re around I can’t think straight.
Ume: Take the time you need to figure things out. Just… don’t shut me out in the process.
Altair: That’s the thing Ume…
Ume: I haven’t told you yet, but you make a very pretty witch.
Altair: [weak chuckle] Shut up. Don’t think you can distract with me with compliments.
Ume: Distract you? What on earth would give you that idea?
Altair: Ume, please.
Ume: [quiet] I’m sorry… I didn’t consider all of those things.
Altair: No… you didn’t.
Ume: Forgive me for being a berryhole?
Altair: I’ll consider it.
Altair: Because for some stupid reason at that moment…the thought of losing you seemed worse. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got–
Ume: [quiet] I didn’t realize that…
Altair: That what? Maybe I was actually marrying him because I wanted to? That maybe I just might be upset that it’s all suddenly gone? Or, even worse, did you expect me to not care?
Ume: That’s not…
Altair: Newsflash Ume. I still fudging care. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t wish that that day would have gone differently.
Ume: If that’s really how you feel, why did you bother saving me at all?
Berrybloomsims 