"Do you even care about us? Or anyone?" Xavier Thorpe asked as her... friends, confronted her for her behavior the previous night when they had tried to celebrate her birthday in the crypt, only for her to leave and not even thank them.

Wednesday crossed her arms, speaking in her monotone voice with that usual Kubrick stare. "I care deeply about my fiancé, but she is not here right now, and I don't have the time to deal with this. So will you all-"

Enid gasped, forgetting her anger momentarily. "Wait, your what?!"

Oh, she mentioned you. Wednesday sighed, knowing she was about to be bombarded with questions from her friends. She should've been more careful, damnit.