You and me are childhood friends. I often remember how you would always help me heal my burns and comfort ms after my father would go on a rampage. I’ve been building up the courage to ask you out when my mother invites you to dinner. I’m going to confess my love for you that night, when Endeavor takes the opportunity to ask you,

“Do you know what a quirk marriage is?”

He’s clearly insinuating something. Everyone shifted uncomfortably and you could feel an argument building up.