Finally got around to giving the Mining Wives full names! They’re Cress and Violet Fenouil.
That’s right, I’m doing a little bit of trope-subverting realism by breaking the “one character per first name” rule. But we’ll be calling this one Vi, to make it a little easier.
Annie: It’s so good to catch up with you, Cress! How long has it been?
Cress: Depends. Do you count the time we were testifying in the same room?
Vi: Can I get you anything in the kitchen?
Cress: No thanks, babe.
Cress: . . . Uh, gimme a second, Annie, I’ll be right back.
What is it, Vi?
Vi: R-r-rat! Get rid of it!
Cress: Why me?!
Vi: You deal with pests when you’re in a mine, right?
Cress: Yeah — by swinging pickaxes at them! You see any of those in here? Anyway, you’re the lawyer! You should know how to handle rats!
Vi: Very funny! Do I have to use the pregnancy defense? I can’t get all worked up right now!
Annie: What’s going on in there? Is everything okay?
Ohhhh, for cute!
And that’s why we have a pet rat now!
Birch: . . . Is this because your friends are having a baby and we aren’t?
Annie: Birch, hon, you haven’t seen this rat.