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Lana: You know, Irene gives Percival flowers everyday, I wish you'd do that too.
Henry: Okay.
*Later*
Henry: *gives Percival flowers*
Percival: ???
Henry: I don't know, I'm confused as well.

Henry: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I weak or strong?
Irene: Strong.
Lana: Weak.
Percival: An idiot, is what your are

Amice: When I met you I thought you were a real bitch.

Wand: What changed your mind?

Amice: Oh, I still think you’re a bitch, I’ve just grown to like that about you.

Percival: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE!

Percival: *aggressively throws water bottles*

Lana: Uh... what's up with him?

Irene: He's trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us.

Percival: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU!

Henry, crying: It's working.

Percival: How did none of you hear what I just said?!

Lana: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Henry: I got distracted halfway through.

Irene: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Lana: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie-

Henry: Eyy, homie!

Percival: But then there's cootie...

Irene: Die.

Henry, setting down a card: Ace of spades.

Lana, pulling out an Uno card: +4.

Percival, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you!

Irene, trembling: What are we playing?

Henry: Everyone synchronise your watches.

Irene: I don't know how to do that.

Lana: I don't wear a watch.

Percival: Time is a construct.

Percival: On the count of three, what’s your favorite cake?

Percival & Irene: One, two, three-

Percival & Irene: Chocolate cake, peanutbutter frosting, and chocolate chunks!

Lana: Our turn, Henry! One, two, three-

Lana: Vanilla!

Henry: I’ve never had cake before. What is cake?

Lana: I am darkness. I am a power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am-

Percival: A doll.

Henry: A cinnamon roll.

Irene: A sweetheart.

Lana:

Lana: ...stop it.

Irene: How late were you up last night?

Lana & Percival, in tandem: Me?

Irene: No, not you two. You stay up late all the time.

Irene, to Henry: You.