harlow: so, who broke the coffee maker? i’m not mad. i just wanna know.
lily: i did. i broke it.
harlow: no you didn’t. jj?
jj: don’t look at me. look at theo.
theo: what? i didn’t break it.
jj: then how’d you even know it’s broken?
theo: because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken.
jj: suspicious.
theo: no, it’s not!
pip: if it matters, probably not, but laila was the last one to use it.
laila: liar! i don’t even drink that crap!
dylan: then what were you doing by it earlier?
laila: i use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles, everyone knows that!
lily: okay, let’s not fight. i broke it. let me replace it, harlow.
harlow: no! who broke it?!
dylan: sofia’s been awfully quiet.
sofia: really?!
[everyone starts arguing]
harlow, to herself: i did it. i broke it. it cut my hand, so i punched it. i predict 10 minutes from now they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pighead on a stick. good. it was getting a little chummy around here.












