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June 25, 2025
Chapter: Chapter 5
Characters: Coriander, Marie, Parsley
Inked by: Caytlin
Flatted by: Caytlin
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He's not fretting! What would make you think he's fretting???
CORIANDER: Alright, you two?
PARSLEY: Yes, Mum.
MARIE: Yes, Mrs. Carver.
MARIE: I'm so sorry, Parsley, but the sun's gone down...
PARSLEY: Oh, yeah, of course! Your mums probably want you home for dinner, huh?
PARSLEY: No problem, Mar-Mar. Thanks for helpin' us look today.
MARIE: He won't die of illness, okay? I know you're fretting about it. Quit it.
PARSLEY: What, me? I'm not fretting! Why would I fret? It's just Cur, after all...
MARIE: I mean it. I'll see you tomorrow.
PARSLEY: Aye, see you then! Say hi to yer mums for me!
CORIANDER : Ça va, vous deux ?
PARSLEY : Oui, maman.
MARIE : Oui, Mme Carver.
MARIE : Je suis vraiment désolée, Parsley, mais le soleil s'est couché...
PARSLEY : Oh, oui, bien sûr ! Tes mères veulent probablement que tu rentres à la maison pour dîner, hein ?
PARSLEY : Pas de problème, Mar-Mar. Merci de nous avoir aidés à chercher aujourd'hui.
MARIE : Il ne mourra pas de maladie, d'accord ? Je sais que tu t'inquiètes. Arrête.
PARSLEY : Quoi, moi ? Je ne m'inquiète pas ! Pourquoi m'inquiéterais-je ? C'est juste Cabot, après tout...
MARIE : Je suis sérieuse. À demain.
PARSLEY : Ouais, à bientôt ! Dis bonjour à tes mamans de ma part !