At the Longfellow bunker, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:
Charles: Bullocks. This isn't going to be enough with the extra mouths an' all... Oh! I could just make a stew. Heh. Should've thought if that first.
Viola: Excuse me, I need to get-- (to Charles) Oh bloody hell, it's you... I need to get some warm milk for little Addie.
Charles (to Viola): ...Um, yes, of course. Let me get that warmed up for you. Is she old enough for biscuits? I-- I have some older ones that I can bake a bit more if she's teething. It's what we did for the babies at the Inn...
Viola (to Charles): She mostly just gums biscuits... The milk will be fine.
Charles (to Viola): Oh. Yes. Of course... Here's the milk. It shouldn't be too hot for her. If anyone needs anything else, let me know.
Viola (to Charles): Thank you.
Charles: Oi! Get out ya' ruddy... You'll get your fill at supper! (to Viola) ...You're welcome, Vee.
A few hours later:
Fiona: Shhh. Shhh. Hush, babe. You're alright. You're just teething. I wish I could say this is the worst pain you'll have in your life.
Viola (to Fiona): Thank you for watching my daughter, Miss Fiona. I can take her off your hands now.
Fiona (to Viola): Ha! Good try, lass. She isn't yours. Whoever she belongs to, she wasn't any trouble. That tooth'll be coming in soon. Mark.
Viola (to Fiona): She is mine, you giant cow. I have the stretch marks to prove it. I got sick after she was born which is why I had to put her to the bottled milk. It's why I wanted to leave the gang. Now, give her over. Please.
Fiona (to Viola): Wooo. Got more than your helping of fire in you, don't you? Heh heh. Don't fret. I wasn't going to keep her or take her away. Of all folk, I know you don't have to birth the babes for them to be yours. And it wasn't the bottled milk that made me mark her as someone else's. Start coming to class and you might learn a few things... Lost yours, did you?
Viola (to Fiona): ... Yeah. I found her in an alley. Someone just dumped her. Smitty said I was being sentimental & should take her to an orphanage. But I couldn't do it.
Fiona (to Viola): Well, if you ask me, she probably fared better with you than in one of those hellholes. Least you cared. Heh. Don't look so shocked. We all know what the orphanages are like.
Viola (to Fiona): Yeah. I'm a big ole basket of caring... Why are you being nice to me? Whatcha want?
Fiona (to Viola): Pair of good wool socks, if you have them. You're certainly suspicious... Good. Suspicious keeps you alive. You've no reason to trust me. And you shouldn't, mind you. Night, lass. See you in school.
Viola (to Fiona): ... We'll see.
Fiona (to Viola): Heh. I'm sure we will.
