Why? Am I distracting you?

[Squinting.] Whatever happened to team spirit and invoking a sense of camaraderie? We should be building each other up, not tearing each other down.

Hola, muchachos. Beacon Hills has been pretty quiet, huh?

I—am choosing to take that as a compliment. The peace and quiet’s nice, but someone’s gotta liven up the place a little. Might as well do my part.

On Thursdays, we wear our blood sacrifice robes.

We totally do, Malia. [He’s looking at her VERY expectantly.] I had to get your robe dry cleaned, remember? Once you get it back, you’ll be nice and TOASTY.

What? You love robes and think they’re toasty. [With emphasis and an increasingly desperate look,] TAH-OHS-TEE. [The code word, Malia! We’ve talked about this.]

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He might’ve just woken up. Don’t, uh—don’t mind that.

Coffee. I need coffee. And a better alarm—wait. Did you miss me?

I’ll take a maybe. [making a face, scrunched nose and all] That—sounds about right, from what I can remember. Wow. Guess I needed some sleep. Anything I missed besides fresh coffee?

Dad helped you finish off the rest of the Toaster Strudels? No wonder he didn’t come barging into my room after you couldn’t get me up. Okay, well. Looks like I have a quick run to make to the store. You don’t have any plans, do you?