Altair: I get it. I have a reputation. You don’t have to keep going on like I’m an incompetent idiot. 

Ume: I’m sorry. I was just… picking on you. Like… playful banter?

Altair: It didn’t feel very playful. You know. It never mattered how bad my cooking was, Sirius would always smile and eat it. Do you know why? Because partners support each other. Even on the little things.

Ume: Don’t do that.

Altair: Do what?

Ume: Compare us like that.

Altair: I was trying to make a–You know what? Forget it. Can we just go down to the docks? It’s always nice this time of day.

Ume: Boxed macaroni, Altair. I was sick for four days.

Altair: [pouts] It was just one time…

Ume: What about Winterfest?

Altair: We don’t talk about Winterfest.

Ume: How do you manage to have a turkey both burnt and partly frozen at the same time?

Altair: That was seven years ago! 

Ume: Isn’t it better to be safe? They sell pies inside the cafe. Can’t we just get one of those?

Altair: [stops]

Ume: Is everything okay?

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.”