Hazel: Even if it didn’t hurt my hands, I wouldn’t be interested in doing this every day . . .
Hyacinth: If you like how it looks, I could keep doing it for you?
Hazel: It’s really fun for you?
Hyacinth: Well, yeah!
It’s like painting. But on your face!
Vine: I prefer to think of it as “symbolically ritually anointing myself with the ashes of my enemies.”
Hyacinth: Vine’s motives and feelings are also valid.
Hazel: Is your other friend not coming?
Hyacinth: Angelica couldn’t make it today. Pucker your lips now, okay?
Hazel: This is really fancy, Hyacinth!
Hyacinth: Yeah . . . you look really good.
Raise the sails! Anchors aweigh!
Yar-har-fiddle-de-dee, we are all shippers!
Ugh… it even scans…
Harold, they’re lesbians.
Couldn’t make it, or wouldn’t make it?
ah, the universal moment of “oh no, they’re hot”
Way to make it gay, Hyacinth. Keep up the good work! XD