Erin: (reclining on sofa, studying some French) How are the new glasses feeling, Scooter?
Scooter: (adjusting said glasses) They feel a little weird, but I'll get used to it. (looks over at book) What's French for glasses?
Erin: Les lunettes. Tu as des nouvelles lunettes.
Beige: That's nice. (looks up) What's eating the Newsman?
Nora: Hopefully not a monster, or Rezal-ev---
Scooter: Shh! The name's jinxed!
Nora: Oh, right.
Storyteller: (rummaging around) Nora, have you seen that bag from the Soap Shoppe anywhere?
Nora: Try the bathroom!
Storyteller: (checking) Ah, here it is...everyone, Kim recommended a new soap shop to me, so I went and got everyone some new soap.
Beige: Please, nothing too flowery...
Storyteller: Oh, cool it, Beige, I got you a bar of that pine-scented kind you like. (looks into bag) There's apple blossom for me...for the rest of you, I got lavender for Nora, spring clover for Scooter and orange-lime for Erin.
Nora: So the place is going to smell like a greenhouse every time someone uses the shower.
Erin: And seeing as some of those scents don't grow in the same climate or season, it'd probably be a greenhouse at a genetics lab.