Clover: Lubomir, you’re just the berry I was looking for. You ready for our speed date?

Lubomir: Sorry, I think I am going to have to take a rain check, ma petite tête de chou. Maybe catch me later?

Clover: Hey-wait! Not again– and he’s already gone.

[heavy sigh]

Clover: Berry… talk about being hot an cold… I just can’t figure this guy out.

Ember: Isn’t it dangerous for a pretty girl to be out all by herself this late at night?

Clover: Thanks, but it’s not like I’m not used to it.

Ember: What are you doing out here all alone anyway?

Clover: This whole dating thing is overwhelming for me with one person… but seven of you? It’s a lot.

Ember: Would you like me to leave you alone?

Clover: No… it’s okay. You can stay. 

[they talk for a little and Clover awkwardly holds his hand]