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(Magenta's room. Both girls are getting ready for the day.)
Columbia: I talked to your brother about science stuff yesterday.
Magenta: good for you.
Columbia: he seems to think all Earthlings are stupid when it comes to science.
Magenta: but he doesn't! He adores Nikola Tesla, just as I adore that naughty-minded bastard Will Shakespeare.
Columbia: Shakespeare was a genius.
Magenta: a genius with a talent for risqué humor. It's funny that you don't know that. I'm the alien here.
Columbia: yeah, well, I don't read much.
Magenta: ooh, but you should. (Pause) we're planning to send you back to school. You never made it past your 11th year?
Columbia: you're right, and you know why… you forced me to tell you.
Magenta: yes. Because you're a coward.
Columbia: I'm not!
Magenta: you are. How could your petty secret really force you to leave everything? It was a severe overreaction.
Columbia: it wasn't. Watch life in Denton for long enough and you'll see. It's the same there.
Magenta: enough of this - it's not even relevant. What I'm trying to say is that I plan to enroll you as a 12th grader at the local upper-school.
Columbia: do you mean 'high school'?
Magenta: perhaps.
Columbia: I'm too old by about three years.
Magenta: act younger, then. You're good at being something you aren't. (Sighs) Doesn't school sound interesting? You like talking to my brother about science. Not to mention it'll get you out of the house-
Columbia: is that what this is about? Keeping me out of trouble?
Magenta: that's what my job at Violet Weiss's shop is about, too. All of us will go mad if we're stuck here too long… Columbia, it's for the best.
Columbia: fine. (Pause) What if people ask questions about my family?
Magenta: we'll worry about such details later. Now I've got to go prepare breakfast.
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