Vaggie: “A letter of complaint probably isn’t gonna do much, babe.”
Vaggie: “Neither will Lute.”
Charlie: “I don’t care! Emily- will she at least read it?”
Emily: “Reading stuff is one of Lute’s main jobs, since Adam never wanted to.”
Charlie: “Then she’ll have fun reading FIFTY of these in a ROW.”
Emily: "I don't think she'll actually have fun with that..."
Charlie: “…....wait. Her name is spelled L-U-T-E?”
Vaggie: “Yeah? How’d you think she spelled it?”
Charlie: “I thought it was loot. Like, pirate’s loot, loot boxes, stolen loot, people looting during a blackout…”
Vaggie: "Waaay too imaginative for her and Adam though. It's just Lute."
Emily: “Oh, so it isn't short for Lutecia??”
Vaggie: “No. But PLEASE tell me you’ve called her that.”
Emily: “A few times… no wonder she glared at me…”
Vaggie: “You’re the most beautiful angel I’ve ever seen.”
Emily: “Y-you’re welcome!”
Charlie: “You're both gorgeous. Try looking in a mirror sometime, Vaggie. Anyway- I guess it being a stringed instrument makes more sense? Adam did have that whole guitar playing thing going on.”
Emily: “Aw, theme naming~”
Charlie: "I guess it's kinda cute. I guess even mean people can be cute..."
Vaggie: “What the actual hell are you talking about sweetie?”
Charlie: “Lute! Like the ye oldie guitar thing!”
Vaggie: “It’s lute. As in, lieutenant?”
Charlie: (horrified) “No…”
Emily: “E-even Adam wouldn’t be that lazy-”
Vaggie: “You’re talking about the guy who outsourced bothering his ex.”
Vaggie: “And then outsourced dealing with the people he’d outsourced the work to.”
Emily: “Oh heavens he would.”
Vaggie: “The only thing Adam spent energy on was Adam, the only things Lute cares about is Adam and murder- that’s why I figured I could go waltzing back up there with you, babe.”
Charlie: “You really didn’t think they’d recognize you!? But you- you literally just grew out your HAIR!”
Vaggie: “I wasn’t in uniform or covered in blood. And those were the only times Adam or Lute ever paid attention to any of us before, so…”
Charlie: “They- rgh. RrrrrrrRRGHHH.”
Emily: “I think I need to write a few letters too, now.”
Vaggie: “I think we need to get the letters away from Charlie before she sets them all on fire-”
Emily: “Fire extinguisher?”
Vaggie: “Under the desk.”
