Bianca: Wednesday, that’s a claiming mark. Enid claimed you.
Wednesday: *scoffs* Don’t be absurd. The placement was entirely accidental and therefore platonic in nature.
Bianca: *incredulous* You’re seriously telling me that your late blooming roommate who only wolfed out in order to save your life—
Bianca: —who later did it again at the cost of her humanity and risked living out her greatest fear of being alone forever—
Bianca: —the same roommate that you just spent months hunting for in the Canadian wilderness and ended up crossing an entire ocean to find—
Bianca: —after which you dedicated every iota of your time, energy, and resources to solving the previously impossible task of changing her back—
Bianca: —all while personally caring for her every single need like she was the only thing in all of existence that mattered to you…
Bianca: You’re saying THAT roommate bit you deeply enough to leave a permanent scar in a location with significant romantic implications amongst her kind… by ACCIDENT?
Wednesday: That is essentially correct.
Bianca: Right. So what, did Enid just trip and fall mouth-first on your shoulder?
Wednesday: Actually, she slipped, but otherwise yes.
Bianca: And this was all purely platonic.
Bianca: *internal scream*
Bianca: FINE, it was a platonic bite. Whatever you say, you…
Bianca: Hold up, why were your shoulders bare? You dress like a Victorian widow.
Wednesday: Why would I be dressed in the shower?
Bianca: Okay, that’s a valid r—
