Okay, I guess I missed your face. A little. Don’t get used to it.
(an hour or so later)
Lucien: This is kind of domestic and sweet.
Lucien: You’ll get used to it.
Lucien: Okay. I’ll go upstairs.
Lucien: I want you to marry me.
Bernadette: Lucien…that’s so sweet.
Lucien: Oh my gods.
Lucien: That’s the worst answer ever.
Bernadette: I just don’t know if marriage is what I want from you. You’ve been engaged to, like, three other people during our on-again off-again liaison.
Lucien: Two. Two other people.
Lucien: Bunny, what will it take to convince you I’m serious?
Bernadette: Honestly? I have no idea. Why don’t you just come upstairs for now?
Lucien: I wanted to say…happy Snowflake Day to you and our daughters. And I miss you. All of you.
Bernadette: You even put on a nice sweater, how thoughtful.
Lucien: Do you like it?
Bernadette: I’m teasing you, of course I like it. Do you want to see the girls? They’re asleep, so it’s the perfect time to gawk at them before they wake up and become needy little terrors-
Lucien: There’s one more thing, Bunny.
Lucien: BUNNY! I’ve been hitting the buzzer for like six minutes, can you let me in?! Hello?!
Bernadette: Lucien Rand, stop annoying my neighbors on Snowflake Day, I don’t want any condescending forgiving good cheer.
Lucien: Sorry…it’s cold and I need to talk to you.
Bernadette: Well, what is it?
Lucien: Oh. She still has you around. Great.
Pumpkin: I knew it. It was you that I smelled. The interloper.
Pumpkin: Mom. Mom. I brought you the paper, Mom.
Bernadette: What is it, Pumpky-poo?
Pumpkin: I brought you the- Wait a minute, I smell something. A presence I have not felt since…
Bernadette: Oh my gods, Pinky! I didn’t check on Pinky! Is she still asleep?!
Upon arriving home, little miss Winny thew a fit after her dinner. No one actually brought food to Erik’s party, so. Yeah. She’s tired and hungry, not the way you want to drag a toddler around town.
How the rest of the van der Zandts spent their Snowflake Day evening.