Rose: now..can you let me go?
Flynn: nu, mine UwU
Rose: . . . what-
Flynn: mine! *walks away, picking her up in the process*
Rose: REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Willow: oh yea, I forgot that Rose is socially awkward, whoops-
Rose (is the waitress bcuz Will made her): So..do you prefer breasts or thighs? Flynn: . . . *stands up, and holds her hand, then looks up at her* personality~; Willow [behind the counter]: *smacks forehead*; Rose: *blushes* ..bro wtf-