Galo: *tied up* so you guys were really only imprisoned for like a day, hmm? That must have been like, crazy boring.
Gueria: actually it was only 12 hours, but it felt like 12 years.
Galo: I mean what did you do with all that time? Did you sing songs? Do crafts?
Meis: not a lot of craft supplies in a cramped, dark prison cell.
Gueria: I must have named and renamed the ceiling tiles a thousand times.
Meis: mostly I just made up stories about guards. Who was having trouble with their girlfriend? Which one secretly wished he’d become a pastry chef?
Galo: oh, that sound like fun! Let me try it on you guys.
Galo: *looks at Gueria* you.... were raised by your older sister. You started dyeing your hair when you were ten....
Galo: And I’m sensing—— just sensing—— an unspoken attraction between you two.
Meis & Gueria: *glance at each other*
Gueria: two out of three. Not bad.
Lio: *walks in and sits in Galo’s lap* will you two stop making friends with the enemy?
