Ume: For once can you not do this?

Altair: It’s Harvestfest and there are a bunch of people here and–

Ume: Yet you were talking to Clover about it. Why can’t you talk to me?

Altair: She’s my best friend. It’s less complicated.

Ume: Altair, this isn’t something you can just decide on your own.

Altair: Well that’s… 

Clover: Why don’t you and your mom talk about this later?

Provence: You know how much I’ve been wanting a sister, right? Oh, please, please, please tell me it’s a girl!

Altair: Provence you know full well that I can’t promise you this baby is going to be a girl. It just doesn’t–

Altair: I’m pregnant.

Clover: You’re what? Didn’t you, you know, use protection?

Altair: Geeze, Clover! Keep it down. I haven’t told him yet. It’s not exactly like I planned to end you up… you know.

Clover: Having your ex-boyfriend’s child?

Provence: [sits down] Wait? Mom. You’re having a baby?!

Soliel: I…uh… I think I hear my mom calling for me. Sorry. [rushes off]

Provence: Great timing, Hal. Thanks.

Halloween: What? How is any of this my fault? 

Provence: Of course it is. You just had to come just then.

Halloween: Like I was supposed to know! What do you think you’re doing anyway? Friends don’t kiss friends, Provence.

Provence: [scoffs] You’re just jealous because it wasn’t you

Halloween: Whatever. I’m going to go talk to her. Because that’s what friends do.

Provence: FINE!