Clodagh
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(Clodagh looks at you hopefully.)
You...found it?
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Clodagh
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Oh no! It's filthy! What am I going to do? I can't give it
back to her like--
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Aislinn
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What do you have there, Clodagh? Are you working on a
new design?
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Clodagh
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(Clodagh looks away miserably.)
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Aislinn
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It looks so familiar. Why, that seam right there is
just like-- Wait a minute! Is this my coat?!
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Aislinn
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Clodagh! You stole my clothes? You wore my jacket...into a
dungeon?!
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Clodagh
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No! I didn't! You have it all wrong. I was just holding it,
not wearing it. Then I saw the bear and ran... Wait, no.
Actually, it got a little cold, so I did sort of put it over
my shoulders and put my arms in the sleeves, but...
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Clodagh
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(Clodagh ducks her head.)
Are you mad?
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Aislinn
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I should've expected something like this from someone
who creates clothing as atrocious as yours!
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Aislinn
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You wear MY clothes because you're jealous. You know
you could never make anything half as nice.
And whoever heard of a tailor stealing other people's
clothes. Pitiful! You have no talent.
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Clodagh
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(Clodagh's eyes fill with tears.)
Aislinn!
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Aislinn
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(Aislinn still looks furious, her ruined jacket in her arms.)
What?!
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Aislinn
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I'm only speaking the truth. My clothes are crafted by
experienced, educated professionals. REAL artists.
You're a simple-minded, air-headed country girl. How
could any of your designs possibly compare?
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Clodagh
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(Clodagh's eyes fill with tears.)
Aislinn!
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Clodagh
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But I'm trying to learn! My brother describes all the
Rocheste fashions in his letters. Give me some credit...
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Aislinn
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(Aislinn gives a bitter laugh.)
Your brother? I'm sure his taste is as poor as yours.
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Clodagh
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(Clodagh's cheeks color.)
Don't act so superior, Aislinn!
People say you're not even FROM Rocheste. And
your clothes are ugly. They--they make you look OLD!
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Aislinn
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You would know, wouldn't you? You're the expert on
ugly.
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Clodagh
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Then you're the expert on old. You have more wrinkles
than I can count!
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Aislinn
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(Aislinn gasps.)
I don't have wrinkles, you vile, sneaky, little--
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Fenella
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Stop it! Stop it, both of you!
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Fenella
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(When neither of them pay her any heed, Fenella sighs.)
What should I do?
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Fenella
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Those two will start to regret their harsh words very
soon, I suspect. But they're both so stubborn.
I think the best way to soften them up is to give them
something they like. Aislinn would adore a gemstone...
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