Lailah: (How interesting. Regardless of resonance or race, everyone can see and hear seraphim.)
(Edna said that I’d get used to it quickly, but... it seems it will take me a bit longer than that.)
Cress: So this is where you were, Lailah.
Lailah: You’re... Cress, correct? Is there something I can do for you?
Cress: Mint made a chiffon cake; it’s tea-flavored. Would you like to share it with me?
Lailah: Are you sure that’s all right?
Cress: Of course. Mint made a whole bunch, so I can’t possibly eat it all.
What do you think? It matched your expectations to a “tea,” right?[1]
Lailah: —?!
Cress: Oh... um sorry. That was weird.
Lailah: N–no. I’m sorry, my going quiet really “caked” this conversation in awkwardness, didn’t it? Get it?[2]
Cress: Oh! Lailah, you do it, too.
I’m so glad. I would have been “Cress”-tfallen if you’d been upset.[3]
Lailah: What a perfect pun off of your name! Th–that’s splendid! Cress... we’re birds of a feather!
Cress: Haha, thank you. Well, I should go let everyone else know. I’ll see you later.
Lailah: Goodness, I can’t just sit around like this, now, can I?
Edna: Well, well, if it isn’t Lailah. You look happy. What happened?
Lailah: Oh, Edna! I’ve gained a bit more confidence that I’ll get along well here.
First, though, I need to put some serious thought into puns I can use at the tea party. I can’t allow Cress to get the better of me!
Edna: ...I know you’re all fired up, but from where I’m stading, this tea party thing sounds like it’ll be ice cold.