Altair:  Oh berry, oh berry, oh berry, oh berry.

Sirius: I know you’re probably going to be angry with me for pushing things further, but I would hate myself if I didn’t ask.

Altair: Wait, wait, wait. Shhhhhh. 

Sirius: Are you okay?

Altair: Y-yes. No. Maybe. I-I don’t know. Give me a minute. [deep breaths]  Okay, okay. I think I’m good.

Sirius: I’ve known for a while that you’re the person that I want to spend the rest of my life with. You make me enjoy life in ways that I’ve never thought would be possible. So, Altair Nova, will you marry me?

Altair: Shiitake. Yes, yes. Of course, I will. 

Halloween: At least we know where you get your competitive side from. [chuckles]

Provence: [laughs] I guess so. Do you think we should go join them in the water games? Maybe we could show them a thing or two about how it’s done.

Soliel: Um, let’s not. Do you know who gets stuck cleaning up after your messes? Me. 

Halloween: It’s not our fault–

Soliel: It’s totally your fault. You two always get taken away to do something else and I’m stuck picking up the pieces of whatever disaster you have caused. Can we just chill for today?

Soliel: Oh really? Like either you two have any room to talk. Or did we forget The Great Waterballoon Fight Incident?

Halloween: We don’t speak of The Great Waterballoon Fight Incident.

Provence: [shudders] War makes you a different person. I’m not proud of the person that I became but was necessary to lead our team to victory.

Soliel: You two lost horribly.

Provence: Only because that no good sissy berry went and told your mom that–okay I see your point. I may be a little competitive. 

Soliel: You think?