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FIONA: So… did you really need the handmade lavender soap, or was that just another ‘ooh, this smells nice’ purchase?

WILLOW: *pouting* I also wanted to support Cecilia...And I’ll have you know, it’s not just lavender—it has hints of chamomile, which, if you must know, is very relaxing.

FIONA: You realize we have about six different ‘very relaxing’ soaps at home, right?

WILLOW: That’s irrelevant. Besides, don’t act like you didn’t sneak that fancy coffee in your basket when you thought I wasn’t paying attention.

FIONA: That’s different. Coffee is a necessity. Soap is a luxury.

WILLOW: Personal hygiene is NOT a luxury!

FIONA: Hey! I didn’t mean it like-- I’d never say that! Just that you might have a tiny problem when it comes to buying things we already own.

(WILLOW chuckles and ducks under FIONA’s free arm.)

WILLOW: Well, now you’re holding me and I am absolutely a necessity.

FIONA: Can’t argue there, princess... Think Thiago’s okay with the twins?

MEANWHILE...

THIAGO: *sighing, exasperated* Come on, Kit. Aren’t you hungry?

FOX: *whines*

THIAGO: Come on...

FAWN: *giggles and bats at his toys.*

RUDY: ...

THIAGO: I love my nephews... I love my nephews... Look, Fox! Look, little Kit....

FOX: ??

THIAGO: Mmmm. Yummy yogurt. Don’t you want to try some?

the baby was too stunned to speak...

THIAGO: Hey, don’t look at me like that!

FAWN: *intense concentration*

THIAGO: There we go... now you want some, don’t you? Good boy, Kit. One down... one to go. Don’t think you’re getting out of this, Fawn.

FAWN: ??

WILLOW: Well... the house isn’t burned down... That’s a good sign, right?

FIONA: pfft. That’s the least he could do.

THIAGO: Good job! You finished your whole thing of yogurt!

THIAGO: *exhausted* Oh, thank Jesus you’re home.

FIONA: It feels like you want to say something. Is it about Chopra’s new initiative?

WILLOW: *sighing* Sorry, I know we discussed it already, but it felt like you just weren’t on my side. I don’t like feeling like that.

FIONA: I am on your side, sweetheart. Always will be.

WILLOW: I know that. I do. But in the moment, it didn’t feel like it.

WILLOW: Sometimes, when you take the logical route, it feels like I’m fighting on my own.

FIONA: *sighs, frustrated*

WILLOW: I’m sorry.

FIONA: No, it’s not at you. I just don’t want you to ever feel like that. You’re never fighting alone. I just can’t always be the one to charge into battle with you. Sometimes, I need to be the one standing back, making sure we’re thinking everything through. That doesn’t mean I don’t care.

WILLOW: (laughing softly) You’re always the logical one and I’m always the emotional one, right? That’s how it’s always been?

FIONA: That’s how we work best, Princess.

WILLOW: I love you for it. I love that you’re steady, that you make me stop and think before I throw myself into something. I just need to feel like you’re with me, even when we don’t agree on something.

WILLOW *taking her hand* I love you, Fi.

FIONA: I am forever with you, Will. I love you, too.

FIONA: I’m glad you told me. I need you to always tell me when something’s bothering you. Even if it’s me.

WILLOW: I will. And same to you. I know sometimes I don’t stop to think about how things might affect you, especially when I’m caught up in something I’m passionate about.

FIONA: It’s part of what makes you you. And I love you for it, even when it drives me up the wall.

WILLOW: *laughing* Fair. (She leans in to pull FIONA into a soft kiss).

FIONA: *kisses Willow’s thumb gently*