[Scene: The abandoned home Dev and El are squatting at. El is standing in front of a cracked full length mirror on the back of the door of the bedroom in a pink eyelet dress, testing different parts in her hair to see what looks the best.]
[Dev materializes wearing a sportcoat and slacks, tossing handfuls of twenties into the air. One lands on El's shoulder and she brushes it off and puts it in her pocket.]
Dev: Congratulate me, beautiful. I just made a fortune in the Big Apple.
El: Buying and selling stock based on insider information?
Dev: No, silly. I've been magicking the wedding rings off rich ladies' fingers, and returning them for the reward money…I've been averaging a hundred dollars a pop… plus the rich ladies all want to give me a big hug.
El: [still checking herself in the mirror] That's nice.
Dev: [disappointed by her reaction] "That's nice, Dev"? No. "That's genius, Dev!"
El: [Turns around to face her brother] We'll if you ask me, that sounds way too complicated…Why not just magic away their purses and take all their money.
Dev: [shocked] No way. Purse snatchings make people miserable, whereas I make these ladies feel like the luckiest women alive when I'm taking away their money.
El: [rolls her eyes and applies lipstick] Yeah, Dev. You're such a saint.
Dev: [goes to the bed and picks up his guitar] Where are you going?
El: If you must know, I have a date with Mamoru Chiba in less than ten minutes.
Dev: Mamoru Chiba? The snappy dresser who is dating Ms. Pigtails? [frowns deeper as he slowly strums a spanish melody] Over my dead body.
El: What? I'm not allowed to have a boyfriend before I die?
Dev: [still playing] Not someone else's boyfriend.
El: [grins] She won't have a boyfriend when I get through with them.
[Dev gives her a disapproving look]
El: What? You of all people should be happy about that, given your infatuation with Ms. Pigtails.
Dev: [ponders this…then shakes his head] No, it's not worth it…You're my sister and far too much of an innocent in these matters to be dating a guy like that.
El: [smirks] What? You think he's going to take advantage of my naive and trusting nature?
Dev: El, I'm serious. This Mamoru is too good looking. He knows he's good looking and guys like that are dangerous… He'll use you because he knows he can…He'll break your heart and nobody except for me will feel sorry for you.
El: [scoffs] Don't worry about me. I'm the smart twin, remember. I know better than to fall in love.
[She teleports away and steps out from behind a vintage arcade game at the Crown Game Center]
Mamoru: El. You're early. Now we just need to wait for Usagi.
El: [bats her eyes] Do we have to?
Mamoru: [turns away] And there she is.
[Usagi enters wearing a faded novelty tee with an unraveling hem, capri pants and canvas shoes. She eyes El's dainty pink dress in disapproval.]
Usagi: You do know we're going to spend the entire day cleaning up animal poop, don't you?
[El gives her a haughty shrug]
Mamoru: El, this is my girlfriend Usagi. Usagi, Eleanor Heltry. El was good enough to volunteer to help us out at the animal shelter today.
Usagi: [Unenthused] Great. Let's go.
[El follows them to Mamoru's rebuilt junker, and she is disheartened to see them walking hand in hand. She sits in the back and feels like a third wheel as she listens to them chat like a happy couple, making no effort to include her in the conversation, and paying no mind of the fact she is there.]
[It makes her bitter to think of how out of place and alone she and her brother are in their world. If they die, they will have nobody to mourn them.]
[They finally pull up at the animal shelter and Mamoru leads them into a room filled with cages of cats.]
[As soon as El steps into the room the cats put their ears back and start hissing all at once]
[El backs out of the room and Usagi and Mamoru follow her out]
Usagi: What was that all about?
El: [blushes] You know how some people are allergic to cats… Well… cats are allergic to me.
Mamoru: [pats her shoulder] Hey, it's ok. We don't have to stay here. We can go to the women's shelter and help take care of the babies while their mothers attend classes.
El: [looks away] Yeah, about that…
Usagi: [smug] Let me guess, babies are allergic to you too.
Mamoru: Um…why don't we go to the assisted living retirement home?
Usagi: [whiny] Ah, I don't want to go to the old folks home.
[Mamoru gives her a disapproving look]
El: [raises her hand] I do! I want to go to the retirement home!
Mamoru: [smiles] The retirement home it is.
[Leads El out with his hand on her shoulder]
Usagi: [looks down at her faded tee] But I'm not dressed for that…
El: [over her shoulder] Oh, I'm sure they don't care.