Cynder: Hey Snuffle, do you ever think about stuff? You know, stuff that is just random?

Snuffle: No. I don't. That's you Cynder.

Cynder: So you don't?

Snuffle: What'd I just say? I do think, but not about random things.

Cynder: Could you tell us what you do think about, then?

Snuffle: No.

Cynder: Why not?

Snuffle: Because it's none of your business. Don't you have chores to do or something?

Cynder: I just finished.

Snuffle: Really? Mind if I inspect your room?

Cynder: Why do you need to do that? I'm not your kid.

Snuffle: No but you're my sister. And I'm your boss.

Cynder: That makes no sense. I'm a grown woman.

Snuffle: A grown woman that acts like a child so therefore you need a babysitter.

Cynder: I do not! You're misjudging me!

Snuffle: Whatever.

Cynder: *blows raspberry at him*

Snuffle: Gross. You realize when you do that you're spreading your germs around?

Cynder: I don't have any germs.

Snuffle: Yes you do. Cause you're sick. I can tell when you're sick when you start acting childish. Now go to your room and get in bed. Now.

Cynder: I'm not sick!

Snuffle: Yes you are, you're burning up with a fever. Now go to bed before I make you.

Cynder: Fine, but only if you tell us what you think about.

Snuffle: No. Neither you or Becky need to know and you don't want to know either.

Becky: Hey! Stop involving me in your shenanigans Cynder! I never said I wanted to know what anyone was thinking. I was just sitting here quietly!

Snuffle: *rolls eyes* Whatever.