Scaramouche: How do I make a date really romantic?
Signora: Be mysterious.
Scaramouche: Okay, got it.
*later, while on a date with Childe*
Childe: Soooo.. where are we going?
Scaramouche: None of your fucking business.
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Scaramouche: How do I make a date really romantic?
Signora: Be mysterious.
Scaramouche: Okay, got it.
*later, while on a date with Childe*
Childe: Soooo.. where are we going?
Scaramouche: None of your fucking business.

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Shenhe: It was me.. :(
Cloud Retainer: âŚIs going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.
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*Scaramouche and Childe sitting on a bench, next to a very angry looking Signora*
Capitano: ..Whatâs wrong? You three look upset.
Scaramouche: âŚSit down with us and weâll tell you.
*Capitano sits down*
Childe, sadly: The bench is freshly painted.
*The Harbingers are eating dinner at a restaurant*
Signora: Childe, pass the salt.
Childe: *throws Scaramouche across the table*