William: A butterfly! Hey, little guy, gal or nonbinary pal!
Catalina: Can a butterfly be nonbinary?
William: I mean, maybe? I don't judge.
Felicia, staring dreamily out of the window: Ah, have you ever imagine having butterfly wings? Then-
Bastien: Then it would be inconvenient as fuck. Your wings would smack every doorframe and your clothes would have to have holes in the back.
Raiden : Also, your wing's paper thin, so even a six year old aimed a NERF gun at it would... Yeah...
Tiras : *sips coffee* According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a-
Felicia: No, nononono. You fuckers have already shattered my dream, you don't get the fucking privilege to make that reference.
Catalina: Also, it's about a butterfly, not a bee... Why would you make that reference?
William: You clearly have not lived with them long enough.

*The gang's thoughts on stabbing*
Raiden : Would never stab anyone.
William: Would stab someone in retaliation.
Catalina: Yells "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first.
Tiras : Would stab without warning.
Clovis: Would stab as a warning.

Tiras : I just found out from Felicia today that when Daemon died and the service did the 21-gun salute at their funeral, William said, “They should aim at the coffin to be sure.”

Jake: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Clovis and Tiras 's convo?
Felicia: Me. I'm in the laundry basket.
Raiden : I'm in the washing machine.
Daemon: I'm in the closet.
Felicia: We accept you Daemon. <3
Daemon: No I'm literally in the closet.
Felicia: Love is love. <3

Tiras : Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities.
Tiras , playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor.