Persephone: Aaah, I am going to kill my little brothers!
Victor (to Persephone): Wah! What is wrong with you? If you are going to pout, please don't do it ON me. I'm trying to file, here.
Persephone (to Victor): One or both of them got into my closet, got into my clothes and makeup... my room is a mess.
Victor (to Persephone): Oh. Heh heh heh. Tell me they put some of that makeup ON.
Persephone (to Victor): Apparently... and then wiped it off on half of my clothes. Not to mention the fact that your mother kicked my butt during my lesson... I think she might still be mad at me. She said something about the fact that if I wanted to act like a know-it-all then she saw no reason to be easy on me. What on earth are you filing that's got your attention? Is it really more important then my whining?
Victor (to Persephone): EVERYTHING is more interesting than your whining, Seph. Everything. These are some of Mom's old declassified files. She must have been certifiable to take some of these cases. And look at this! It's the ISS's file on Dad. Heh.
Persephone (to Victor): Oooh really? Well, that IS certainly more interesting... Give me one.
Victor (to Persephone): APPARENTLY, Mom did some research on my father before they even met. I can't decide if that's creepy, gross or sweet.
Persephone (to Victor): Well, she had told me once that their first meeting, wasn't really their first meeting. Whatever that means.
Victor (to Persephone): Their first meeting wasn't their first meeting? Good heavens! And I thought time traveling made things complicated.
Persephone (to Victor): Heehee, is anything with your parents ever simple?
Victor (to Persephone): Is anything with our LIVES ever simple? What are you reading over there?
Persephone (to Victor): Hmmm? Oh... It's a report about a mission with a Margaux Dvorak to rescue your dad from someone named Drake.
Victor (to Persephone): What? My dad was captured by William Drake? Good heavens! When did that happen?
Persephone (to Victor): No, it was someone named Walter Drake... maybe it was William's dad... This was before you were born... Oh... It was a few months before you were born... Heehee, she was pregnant with you, actually.
Victor (to Persephone): WHAT? Let me see that.
Persephone (to Victor): Heehee, I bet she had no idea that file was in there or she probably wouldn't have asked you to file these things.
Victor (to Persephone): Probably not. Mom always did loathe paperwork. Oh, my GOD! How did my father manage to get himself into all this trouble?
Persephone (to Victor): Apparently, it's a family trait... What did you find now?
Victor (to Persephone): I... I don't even know what to say about this. Just... Look. Just look! This is going to be an INTERESTING summer.
Persephone (to Victor): Wow... I have no words. So, you really have been a pirate since before you were born... that is SO unfair.
Victor (to Persephone): Come ON! It's not like you aren't going to be making up for lost time. My dad wasn't born a pirate either and if these files are any indication, it didn't keep him from making up for lost time. And my parents get mad at ME for the stuff I do! Compared to the two of them, I'm shy, modest and retiring. You don't think there's any truth to these reports of my dad seducing members of the royal family, do you? So. Very. Gross.
Persephone (to Victor): Well, Auntie has referred to him as a silver-tongued devil, so I wouldn't be surprised... Oh my... Here's one that says your parents got arrested in Qin running supplies to a secret British outpost. Heehee..I cannot wait to learn to be a pirate.
Victor (to Persephone): Oh man... You are going to get us into SO much trouble, aren't you? Are you sure you're not actually my sister rather than my cousin?
Persephone (to Victor): Yes, I'm pretty sure I'm your cousin... If you were my brother, I'd want to kill you.
Victor (to Persephone): Ha ha ha! Yeah. Fair enough. And if you were my sister, I'll bet I wouldn't listen to you half as much.
Persephone (to Victor): Heehee. Here, let me help you clean these files up.
Victor (to Persephone): Wah! What is wrong with you? If you are going to pout, please don't do it ON me. I'm trying to file, here.
Persephone (to Victor): One or both of them got into my closet, got into my clothes and makeup... my room is a mess.
Victor (to Persephone): Oh. Heh heh heh. Tell me they put some of that makeup ON.
Persephone (to Victor): Apparently... and then wiped it off on half of my clothes. Not to mention the fact that your mother kicked my butt during my lesson... I think she might still be mad at me. She said something about the fact that if I wanted to act like a know-it-all then she saw no reason to be easy on me. What on earth are you filing that's got your attention? Is it really more important then my whining?
Victor (to Persephone): EVERYTHING is more interesting than your whining, Seph. Everything. These are some of Mom's old declassified files. She must have been certifiable to take some of these cases. And look at this! It's the ISS's file on Dad. Heh.
Persephone (to Victor): Oooh really? Well, that IS certainly more interesting... Give me one.
Victor (to Persephone): APPARENTLY, Mom did some research on my father before they even met. I can't decide if that's creepy, gross or sweet.
Persephone (to Victor): Well, she had told me once that their first meeting, wasn't really their first meeting. Whatever that means.
Victor (to Persephone): Their first meeting wasn't their first meeting? Good heavens! And I thought time traveling made things complicated.
Persephone (to Victor): Heehee, is anything with your parents ever simple?
Victor (to Persephone): Is anything with our LIVES ever simple? What are you reading over there?
Persephone (to Victor): Hmmm? Oh... It's a report about a mission with a Margaux Dvorak to rescue your dad from someone named Drake.
Victor (to Persephone): What? My dad was captured by William Drake? Good heavens! When did that happen?
Persephone (to Victor): No, it was someone named Walter Drake... maybe it was William's dad... This was before you were born... Oh... It was a few months before you were born... Heehee, she was pregnant with you, actually.
Victor (to Persephone): WHAT? Let me see that.
Persephone (to Victor): Heehee, I bet she had no idea that file was in there or she probably wouldn't have asked you to file these things.
Victor (to Persephone): Probably not. Mom always did loathe paperwork. Oh, my GOD! How did my father manage to get himself into all this trouble?
Persephone (to Victor): Apparently, it's a family trait... What did you find now?
Victor (to Persephone): I... I don't even know what to say about this. Just... Look. Just look! This is going to be an INTERESTING summer.
Persephone (to Victor): Wow... I have no words. So, you really have been a pirate since before you were born... that is SO unfair.
Victor (to Persephone): Come ON! It's not like you aren't going to be making up for lost time. My dad wasn't born a pirate either and if these files are any indication, it didn't keep him from making up for lost time. And my parents get mad at ME for the stuff I do! Compared to the two of them, I'm shy, modest and retiring. You don't think there's any truth to these reports of my dad seducing members of the royal family, do you? So. Very. Gross.
Persephone (to Victor): Well, Auntie has referred to him as a silver-tongued devil, so I wouldn't be surprised... Oh my... Here's one that says your parents got arrested in Qin running supplies to a secret British outpost. Heehee..I cannot wait to learn to be a pirate.
Victor (to Persephone): Oh man... You are going to get us into SO much trouble, aren't you? Are you sure you're not actually my sister rather than my cousin?
Persephone (to Victor): Yes, I'm pretty sure I'm your cousin... If you were my brother, I'd want to kill you.
Victor (to Persephone): Ha ha ha! Yeah. Fair enough. And if you were my sister, I'll bet I wouldn't listen to you half as much.
Persephone (to Victor): Heehee. Here, let me help you clean these files up.
