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Whitney walks behind the couch. P.J. raises an eyebrow.

P.J.: "What happened to your bow?"

Whitney: "I took it off. I know my sister and I look alike. Now it's easier for you."

P.J.: (shrugs) "You didn't have to do that. I can tell you apart just fine."

Whitney: "Oh?" (turns to him) "Which one of us is prettier?"

(awkward pause)

P.J.: "You, Whitney, are the one that prefers to do everything for herself because she likes to keep things nice and orderly." (pats Blanche's knee) "And Blanche is the one who wants me to feel welcome and keeps booping me with her nose."

Blanche: (blushes) "Yup. Guilty as charged."

P.J.: "I hope you don't mind my asking, but... Why is that?"

Blanche: "Well... When we come to your world, we... Well, you saw us. We can't even blink, much less talk or flex our mouths in any way." (blushes more) "So, you... You know... If you want to express yourselves or show affection in any way, you have to... You know... Improvise." (shrugs) "And, if you've been doing it long enough, it starts to feel natural. And the next thing you know, you're doing it in your world too."

(awkward pause)

Blanche: "And, uh... When you can't express yourself the usual way, it, uh... Encourages you to be much more forward in the ways that you can..." (pause) "So I apologize if I'm moving too fa- I mean, made you uncomfortable."

Blanche shyly looks away. P.J. looks at her, then at Whitney, before he reaches over and pats the top of Blanche's hand. Blanche smiles, takes P.J.'s hand and gives it a gentle squeeze.

Whitney: "Oh, for the love of Mike, just kiss him already. You already know he likes you."

They both blush. Blanche looks away and covers her cheek.

Blanche: "I've... Never done that before... At least not for real."

P.J.: "Mm. Me neither."

After a moment of awkward silence, P.J. gives Blanche a kiss on the cheek. Blanche smiles shyly. P.J. turns his head, but when Blanche tries to kiss him on the cheek, her nose gets in the way.

Blanche blushes and turns her head away. P.J. glances at Whitney, who nods at him, before he gently turns her head back to him, tilts his head and kisses her on the mouth. Blanche's eyes blink-blink wide, then close as she leans into it.

Whitney: "Aww..."

The light dims in the room. Whitney turns towards the window. The cat is looking in at them again.

Whitney: "Oi!" (waves her hands at the window) "Shoo! Off with you! This is not for your eyes!"

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