Chantilly Lace: This is so exciting! I’ve never been to a restaurant before!
Chantilly Lace: No, never.
Merlot: We picked a good place then. You can’t find a better burger in town.
Chantilly Lace: They were very kind to let us in. I had no idea there were such rules. No shoes. No shirt. No service… What an odd phrase.
Merlot: Yeah. I never even thought about it. I should have told you to grab some before we left.
Chantilly Lace: I don’t own any.
Merlot: You’re joking?
Chantilly Lace: She says there is no need.
Server: Can I take your order?
Merlot: Yeah, I’ll have the house burger with everything.
Server: And you miss?
Chantilly Lace: The same please.
Chantilly Lace: I would like to try a cream soda please.
Chantilly Lace: What?
Chantilly Lace: You’re staring.
Merlot: Am I?
Chantilly Lace: You are.
Merlot: I’m sorry, it must be this lighting, but it makes you look terrible.
Chantilly Lace: *giggle* You are such a goof.
Merlot: Guilty as charged.
Chantilly Lace: I like it.
Merlot: I like you.
Server: Is everything okay here?
Chantilly Lace: Couldn’t be better.
Server: Yeah, okay, great. Let me know if you need anything.
Chantilly Lace: MMMM! Everything is so delicious!
Merlot: Isn’t it?! It’s like my favorite place to eat. Used-ta come here all the time with…
Chantilly Lace: With?
Merlot: It’s not important.
Chantilly Lace: A Girlfriend?
Merlot: What? No. Not a girl friend. She was more like a sister.
Chantilly Lace: A sister?! You have a sister?! Wait… so, you’re aunt has a daughter?
Merlot: No, she doesn’t live with me.
Chantilly Lace: So cryptic. Now I have to know.
Chantilly Lace: You know your secret is safe with me. Who would I tell? My mother?
Merlot: It’s not really a secret… see, when I was in the home, there was a girl a few years older than me. She’d been there since her father’s arrest. I guess the stigma of being a criminals daughter made her unwanted, if you know what I mean.
Chantilly Lace: Oh how sad.
Merlot: And I wasn’t the friendliest kid. Kept to myself most of the time, but Victoria, she never gave up on me. Guess she was as lonely as I was. We became close. Real close…. until… Let’s just say, I hurt her real bad. It took only seconds to destroy everything we had, and we haven’t spoken since.
Chantilly Lace: What could you have possibly said?
Merlot: That we were never family…
Chantilly Lace: Oh, Merlot, how could you?
Merlot: It was stupid and the moment I said it, I regretted it, but it was too late.
Chantilly Lace: You need to apologize.
Merlot: I did, but she wouldn’t listen. Locked the door and never opened it to me again.
Chantilly Lace: No, now.
Merlot: Now? Like right now?
Chantilly Lace: You know where she lives, right?
Merlot: Well yeah…
Chantilly Lace: Then let’s go!!
Merlot: You don’t understand. Victoria is a little… different
Chantilly Lace: Meaning she doesn’t need an apology?
Merlot: Well no.
Chantilly Lace: You said yourself. she was your sister. Don’t you miss her?
Merlot: Of course I do.
Chantilly Lace: We should go. Maybe together we can pull it off.
Merlot: Okay, but when she murders me, spread my ashes in the twizzlerbrook swamp.
Chantilly Lace: Together.