all standing in front of a broken flowerpot
Elain: So, who broke it? I’m not mad I just wanna know.
everyone glances to each other
Azriel: I did, I broke it-
Elain: No, no you didn’t. Cassian?
Cassian: Don’t look at me. Look at Amren.
Amren: I didn’t break it.
Cassian: Huh that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?
Amren: Because it’s sitting right in front of us, and it’s broken.
Cassian, leans close to Amren: Suspicious.
Amren: No, it’s not-
Feyre: If it matters, probably not, but Rhys was the last one to use it.
Rhys: Liar, I hate gardening.
Feyre: Oh really? Then what were you doing by garden?
Rhys: I like smell the flowers and sunbathe in the afternoon. Everyone knows that Feyre...
Azriel: Okay let’s not fight, let me pay for it, Elain.
Elain: No, Az. Who broke it?
Cassian, lowers voice: Elain, Nesta and Mor has been awfully quiet-
Nesta: Really?
Mor: Bastard.
all start fighting
Elain, drinking tea with Nuala and Cerridwen: I broke it. I tripped and almost fell, so I kicked it. I predict 10 minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good, it was getting a little chummy around here.















