Moonshine (2021–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - The Three Sisters of Fate - full transcript

Lidia: This is a story
about a four-letter word.

The most dangerous
four-letter word of all.

Fate.

And like most tales
worth telling,

The story involves women.

Three glorious,
complicated sisters.

Lidia: The first sister
was the goddess, nona,

Who spun the thread of life.

She was called upon

When women were in a
pregnant state of bliss.

Or... Crisis.



Then there was decima,

Who measured the
necessities of life

With her trusty measuring rod.

- Yeah.

Lidia: Finally,
there was atropos,

Also known by her
roman name, morta.

Yep, her name was
literally "death".

Morta was responsible for
cutting the threads of life.

Or in my case,

Cutting threads of my old life

In an attempt to bring
myself back to life.

- Do I have permission
to take off your shirt?

- I can take off my own shirt.

Or we can take off yours.
- Yeah. - Oh yeah.



- Oh!
- Oh, lidia!

- Oh! Oh yes!

Oh! Gale!

gale! Eleanor: Mom?

- Gale!
eleanor and gale: Mom!

- ah! Oh!

- We need to talk about doors.

Nora: What's with
the pervy smile?

- Nothing.

- Thinking of your outlaw biker?

What was his name? Dale?
- Gale.

- Gale.

Yep, that smile can
only mean one thing.

Boning in bonertown.

- Okay, so maybe I
had one teeny, tiny...

Oh, totally epic sex dream.

- Oh boy.
- It was just a dream, nor.

- First comes the sex dream,

Then comes the
cheapy extensions,

And a flaming skull tramp stamp.

- Since when are
you the man police?

- When the man does dangerous
drug deals for funsies,

And you are considering
getting into business with him.

- Uh, our family was
in on said drug deal,

And we aren't
dangerous criminals.

- Yet.

- And while I may
have gotten caught up

In the excitement of the outlaw
biker thing for a moment,

That moment has passed.
- Clearly.

- How's terry?
- Hmm, pressuring my ass.

- Does he want a baby?
- Hmm.

- Did he propose?

Promise spring wedding
so peonies are in season.

- No, he didn't
propose, it's worse.

He wants to... See me.

Like, all the time.
- Oh, my god.

Because he's in love with you.

- He's trying to break me
of my three-night rule.

A limit on sequential sleepovers

And never at my place.
His place? Fine.

Cove fm? No problem.
- You're insane.

I don't want terry
manning around my pad

With his man stuff.

A woman's apartment
is sacred ground.

- Oh apologies,
am I in your way?

How is that you two are
tanning on easy street

While everyone else is
grinding their asses off

To get this place reopened?

And by everyone else, I mean me.

The giver of life.

- Tanning is work.
Look at her legs.

- Yeah, don't you care about
optics? You want us to be

The moonshine's own best
advertisement, don't you?

- What I care about is
you boning that biker

So we don't get boned.

It's much more fun
than a bank loan.

Think of the cash
we could be making.

I mean, you might
even get your rebuild.

- No, we are not getting
into bed... Business...

With bikers. I'll
find another way.

- Move!

Or I will shred you
into fertilizer!

- Motherhood is really
softening her edges.

- God, so cranky.
- Or annoying. Okay, okay.

- We're polite.
- We're going, come on.

- Buzzkill.
- I know, buzzkill!

Man: Dude, last
night was crunk!

- Yeah, you know it!
- All right! Later, bro!

- Best of the republic
of good times!

Crystal:
ry! Ry, look!

The all you can flush grand
re-opening balloons came in.

with
helium.

Have you been drinking?
- No, I'm all good.

- 'cause like, I would
understand, if you were.

You know, but it's
not your fault

That we lost the apartment.
- Literally was.

I forgot to pay the rent.
- Yes, or, it was just the...

The universe telling us
that it wasn't meant to be.

Oh. Oh, crap. Oh,
crap, crap. Crap!

- Or that.
- Crap!

ugh.

- Oxford? What's that about?

- Grad school
interview. Maybe.

- England. So cool.

Even the inbred royals
who reject women

Who have their own
minds and opinions.

- Best anthropology
departments in the world.

- Man, if I had a free
pass outta here...

- Not free. I have
to get a scholarship.

I don't even know if
I wanna go, you know?

The moonshine needs
me. I can't leave.

Okay, fine, I'm making excuses.
- Uncle sammy...

You can be the glue
or the glue gun.

The stuff that sticks
shit together around here,

Or the tool that
controls is own destiny.

- She just called you a tool.
- No, she called me stuck.

- We're all stuck.
- It's true.

Can check out any time you
like, but no one ever leaves.

- Okay, never quote don
henley in front of me. Ever.

- Who? I just made that up.

Sammy, you're 22.

Not much time left.

- Addressed to
the entire family.

- Not a bomb.

This old door needs
replacing, not repairing.

You can't make a silk
purse out of a sow's ear.

- Well, I happen
to like sow's ears.

- Who replaced my
wife with an optimist?

- a new
grandchild on the way.

- Hmm.
- We have our home back.

Things are finally
as they should be.

Including my mood.

- That's good enough for me.
- Mm-hmm.

Sammy: Expecting a
delivery?

- Norway?

- We owe money to
someone in norway?

- Probably.

christ on a crapstick.

Ken:
- it came back?

- What came back?

- It was never
supposed to come back.

Bea:

Sammy: Seriously,
why are we all here,

Staring at an old
bottle, like zombies?

- 'cause this is the
finley-cullen vessel of fate.

All:
- it was aunt felicia's idea,

Couple years before
this one was born.

We all wrote down our fates,
sealed them in this bottle,

And sent it off
into the universe.

- Aka, we took it to the beach,
mom and dad got day drunk,

The tide came in, and
bye-bye vessel of fate.

- This is an omen, okay?

This is like bad luck.
- It's something.

- Maybe it'll
contain sage advice.

Or mini crabs. Let's open it!
- Uh, no!

We promised aunt felicia
we'd let the universe decide.

Now that she's not here...

Rhian: What the...?
Lidia: the bottle!

all: Oh!

- Aunt felicia?

As spoken.

Lidia: Ry, come on!
It was the wind!

Gimme those.
- Oh.

Rolled scrolls.
Got a blue one!

- Please remember that I
was always nice to you.

- Here.

- It's blank.
- Yeah! Because even as a kid,

I knew that fate is nothing
more than a made-up thing

That lazy people use so
they have something to blame

When things go sideways.

- "tatted
up, hot girlfriend."

- Ah!
- "funnel beer like a champ.

Never work for the man!"
I've done all these things.

- Yeah!
- My life's work is done.

It's over. Crystal:
No! No, babe!

It just means that it's time...

For an upgrade.
Rhian: Seriously, ry,

You're almost 40, like, grow up.

- And you had your
life all figured out?

- Find an employed husband.

Reproduce.

Corporate and physical
moonshine domination.

- She was ten. All:

- Oh, my god, I...

I should've been in charge
of the moonshine by now.

Fate is mocking me!
Colin: Hey, hey!

Two out of three is
pretty good. Right, guys?

- Okay, let's see
what we have here.

Inherit half of a bankrupt
campground.

Nora: Ah! Completely
unreadable.

That can't be good.

Fate is an illegible ink blotch.

- Or an opportunity to
create a bright, new future.

- Is she high?

- Well, I wish I
had a fresh start

When I was still young
enough to enjoy it.

- You're not that old.
- We're not, not that old.

- argh!

Maybe this is a
sign. Blank slate.

The first day... Of what's left

Of the rest of my
life starts right now.

Whaddya say, mom, you in?

- Hmm.
- Did the universe provide?

- Keep you posted, hmm.

Ken:

"be free"

Were we ever free?

- Hard to trip the light
fantastic with five kids

And a home that doubles
as a front desk.

- Hmm.

- You still wanna
be free, my love?

- Hells yeah.

- Maybe it's time we
give fate a helping hand.

- You've been staring
at that paper for hours.

- With the limited
life I have remaining,

It's hard to choose
just one fate, you know.

- Well, it's nice that your
family has these traditions.

Like, I never got
that with my family.

Unless you count
parole pancakes.

- Hmm?

- Every time one of my uncles
would get outta the klink,

We'd go out for a short
stack to celebrate.

And then, run out on the bill.
- We can have traditions, too.

I love pancakes!
- Ry.

- With extra syrup.
- Here's the thing.

Fate is just another
way of spelling "goal".

You know, it's important
that you set your sights

On one thing and go for it.

It's-it's also um...

Some might say,
easier to do sober.

I'm just saying.

ooh, sorry.

Oh.

Ryan: I want you
to be proud of me.

- I want me to be
proud of you, too.

You and your family are um...

Well, you're all I have now.

So, no pressure!

- Good lord, son,

Do we have to book the
plane tickets for you?

Go to grad school! Be free.

Just don't send us
the bill.

- I told you I was
thinking about it. And...

Where-where are you two going?

- Whichever way the wind blows.

- And will the wind
be blowing you back

For the afternoon shift?

- I doubt it.

- but...

Bea: Come on, you.

- First time off in 30 years.

What do you wanna do?

- Nothin'.

- ah!

Ken: Cooler at 12:00 o'clock.

Bea: Oh, hello, how are
you? It's a beautiful day.

You should check out
the fish and chips.

You will not be
disappointed.

Man: Lookout! Bea:
Oh, this is overdue!

- Whoa!

- Mom's in a good
mood these days.

- Yeah. She's waiting for
the other shoe to drop.

- Oh, always does.
- Kicks us in the ass.

- Mm-hmm.
- Where's my...

- Okay.
- Where did I put my...

- be honest,

Do I have mom boobs?

- Pull up your jeans.
- No.

- Do it. - No.
- Now!

shaved legs.

Sex dream becomes manifest.

- Why does self-care
have to be about a man?

Maybe my legs are
tired of looking

Like depressed cacti.

Oh, okay fine, it's for a man.

Gale texted me. You think he
knows about the sex dream?

- Was it a dick pic?

- I agreed to meet
up, only to tell him

I'm not interested in
any more drug deals.

Or in jumping into bed
with the first smoking hot

Outlaw biker I meet.
- Can we put money on this?

- It's a perfectly
innocent coffee date.

- Perfectly innocent coffee
date that requires contouring.

I just felt such a
connection to him!

God! Is my fate a
tatted-out biker god?

- Not on my watch, it isn't.

- Okay. You worry about
your own relationship.

- I am! If terry... Loves me,

Then he has to love all of me.

Just not three nights in a row.
- Nor! Grow up!

Stagnant is not a good look.

- Oh, says who? The fates?

- hmm.

- What?
- Wish me luck.

- Oh, god.

You are just so...
Just annoying.

Oh, hang on, you've got
something stuck to your...

Hang on.
- Oh!

- Yeah. What the?
- Thank you. Bye!

- Oh, come on!

This scroll of fate bullshit.

- Hello! Gale?

Hairy biker dudes?
Ha, ha. Anyone?

oh, hey.

- You got my text.
- I was gonna text you back,

But given what I
wanted to discuss,

It seemed rude and impersonal.

So, the thing is...

Your proposition,

While usually enticing,

I just need you to know

I-I don't think it's
a good idea right now.

- And why is that?
- Well, for one,

My family has had enough
of the crime stuff

To last a lifetime.

Uh, or at least the
rest of the summer. Heh.

So, whatever obligations
we may or may not have had

To your organization, I'm
afraid I'm gonna have to pass.

This finley-cullen
is goin' straight.

Say hello to goody
two-shoes. Heh.

- Goody two-shoes.

Well, that's a shame.

- oh...
You mean the...

Other kind of proposition.

Okay, well, um...

Here's the thing
with that. Um...

I've been single for like,
five minutes, and-and...

I just have to figure
a lot of stuff out

Before getting into
another situation.

You know, my family, my career.

I don't even know if this
still works, to be honest.

- So, you don't wanna
bid on my renovation?

- Sorry, your renovation?

Is that a euphemism

Or s-some sexy biker code word?

- I'm thinking of
expanding this place.

You're an architect?
- Yes, I was.

I mean, I am. Oh, god.

- I was afraid you might be
too upscale to take me up.

Me? No.

Only old me, maybe.
But the new me...

Architect for the people.

I would whore myself
out to anyone,

In the professional sense.

- Would you like a beer?
- Yes!

Lidia: Lots of potential here.

Very... Raw. Man:

- Do you have a number in mind?
- Uh, money's no object.

- I don't hear that very often

So, what were you thinking,
like a client lounge, maybe?

- Privacy. That-that
could work.

- Hmm. Replace this old
bar with custom counters.

reclaimed wood.
- Cedar, maybe.

- Hmm. A walnut.
Hard wood. Thick.

Ha! Do you like skylights?
Skylights would be so nice.

- Yes, for the... Second level.

- Nice. And then of course,
we'd have to discuss...

Furniture. The bed.

- Okay. Chat soon.

- Oh, you want me to go.

Okay.

- Don't forget to
get me that quote.

- On it.

- Argh.

Oh!

Yeah! Oh!

ah!

ow! Oh!

Ow!

Ow!

Oh, god.

Ow. Ow. Careful. Ow!

- Not sure why they call
it no fault insurance,

When it's clearly your fault.

- Got a little distracted.

- She's having sex
dreams about the biker.

- Ooh!

- Well, he asked if I
could renovate his garage.

- Is that some pervy
biker euphemism

For helping us raise more cash?
- No.

And I told you, no more
shady... Shadiness.

We have to find out how to
make the moonshine solvent

Without going to jail.
- Your call.

After all, you inherited
the moonshine, not me.

- Huh.
- Ow!

- So, gale's proposition was...

- A straight-up renovation.
Nothing happened.

I think. I mean, I thought
he was coming on to me.

And then, he switched
gears. And then,

I crashed into the moonshine
sign, totally unrelated.

- Called it. First hot
dude to look your way

After a dead-bed marriage.

- I will not compromise
my professional reputation

For a client, male or
otherwise. What am I, 13?

- Would you like me to
remind you what you wrote

On your stupid fate scroll?
- It's time.

- Most middle schoolers
wish for boobs

That are the same
size as each other.

To be a rock star.
- A cordless weedwhacker.

- But lidia finley-cullen,

She wrote her math
class obsession's name

Over, and over, and over.

- Mrs. Joel frasier.

- Mrs. Lidia frasier.

- Mrs. Lidia
finley-cullen-frasier.

- Left to your own devices,
you will screw this up.

- Okay! I will tell
gale I can't do the job.

- All of the jobs.

- Bye-bye only chance we
had of not going bankrupt.

- Best sex I never had.

- So, when you first moved
in with your boyfriend,

Was that like... Hard?

- You mean, the man child
I share an apartment with?

- Your space, his
space. Was that a thing?

- Okay, you literally
looked the other way.

Terry: Ryan! Pull over.
- I can't.

I won't, not until you
arrest me, ter-ber.

- For what?
- For being a disappointment.

I'm a menace to my
own potential future.

To my relationship. My family.

I promised crystal I wouldn't
drink, and I'm mega wasted.

Lock me up, ter.

Please, stop me before
I disappoint again.

- Okay, all right.
- Come on.

- Let's get you home, ryan.

Lidia: What the
hell is going on?

ryan: I ran too fast.

Bea over loudspeaker: We
have an announcement to make.

- Fate has spoken!

Bea: And we have
chosen to live at...

Ryan: Hey, sis!
- Hey.

- Gonna need a tad
more information.

- We have chosen to be freeee.

- Please not with
the nudists, again.

- Spit it out!

- We're retiring
from the moonshine!

Effective immediately!

- That's good. Isn't it?

Wait.

Wait, wait, so...

You're leaving? As in now?

- As in right now.
- So much for my day off.

Lidia: Uh yeah, a
little sudden, isn't it?

- Sudden... Plus four decades.

- But this is your home,

That-that we did really
illegal stuff to protect.

Last week.

- It's time for fate
to take the lead.

- Are you seriously gonna let
the contents of some old bottle

Dictate your life?
- Ah, if it's gonna help us

Finally live the life
that we deserve, yes.

- Just for the summer. Maybe.

It's a trial retirement.

A "retrialment".
All: Ah.

Bea: And then, we will assess.

- But where will you go?
- Place where it all began.

- Cabin 1. First cabin
we built on the land.

Aka "the love shack".

- Oh, my god, that's disgusting.

Sammy: And the phones? The
books? Managing the staff?

- One of you kids is gonna
have to step up. Take control.

'til labour day.

- Which kid? Colin:

- I mean, surely, you've
given some thought

As to who would be
the most qualified?

- We love all our
children equally.

- Yeah, but you know, some a
little more equally, right?

- keys to the kingdom.

- it can't be me.

Crystal: Come on, ry!
This is an opportunity!

Fate is literally
presenting itself. Like...

Well, you're never gonna
pick up the keys, are you?

Oh, my god! It's
a meta-fork...

For our non-future.

First my mom, and now
you. Ryan: Crystal!

Crystal! Hey, crystal, come...

- No! No way!

I'm already working
double shifts, you guys.

You know, has anyone
ever considered that...

Maybe I'm not just the
glue, that I'm the glue gun?

- Glue gun forever, sammy.

- Well, fate made them fall
closer to your feet, pumpkin.

The keys to your kingdom.
- It's not my kingdom.

- But it can be, like literally
right in front of you.

You just have to pick them up
and all this could be yours.

- Nope. It shouldn't
be a toss up.

And I'm sick of begging
people to recognize my value.

They should've
handed me those keys.

- sweetie! Pumpkin!

Shnookums!

Eleanor: Sucker.

Bea: Aunt felicia did
leave you the place.

Come on, neil!

- Godspeed.

- Did I miss something?

Lidia: Is it inevitable
that I become our mother?

A slave to a
third-rate campground

In the middle of
nowhere until I'm 70.

I mean, is that my fate?
Owning 43 percent of a business

That will 100
percent destroy me?

- Better you, than me.

- I am not equipped
to be in charge

Of my own life right now,

Let alone the
moonshine, the staff,

The future of this place.

Just never felt so aimless.
sex-starved.

Lost!

- Are you looking
to me for advice?

- You're the only one here.
- Oh! Uh... Okay.

I mean, why don't you do the
thing people do with the...

Closed eye and the woo-woo.

- Ha, yes! Meditate.

Ah, yes!

The disillusion of the
sense of one's false self,

In order to create a
beautiful serenity.

A selfless connection
to the universe.

- You know what, this
would be faster, actually.

Okay, so, this is a downer.

Um, or upper.

Well, you'll either pass out
or clean your entire trailer.

Win-win.

These, okay, with
one glass of wine,

Do not sext easy rider. Okay?
- Okay, okay.

Mm-hmm. This one? Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Okay.

Think I won't destroy you?

Lidia: "dear gale,

Due to unforeseen
family obligations..."

- We need to talk, mom.
- It's time.

- Oh, my god, are you pregnant?
Is it drugs? Are you sick?

- The only thing that's sick
is our living conditions.

- We have zero privacy in here.

- We need real bedrooms.
With real soundproofing.

- Now that grandma and grandpa
are leaving the moonshine...

- There's enough room for
finn and I in the main lodge.

- You don't wanna
live with me anymore?

Okay.

- Really?

- Go, be free.

- Wow.

- You've been under my
wing all summer, and...

I'm cool, I get that people
need a space of their own.

- Let's go before she sobers
up and changes her mind.

finn: Oh, okay.

- Mm-hmm.
- All right.

- Uh, yeah, that... That's good.

Nora: Goddammit!

Get back here, stupid thing.

Get back here!

Damn it!

Fine! You win! He
can stay the night!

Crystal: Hmm.

I'm sorry that I neglected you.

Neglected myself, too.

Operator: Collect call from hrm

Women's correctional
facility. Will you accept?

- Yeah.

Jill: Well, it's about
time you answered.

- Hi, mom. Um, I'm sorry,

I've just been really
busy, watering your plants.

- Okay, I-I need you to
load up my commissary card.

Help me figure out bail.
- Okay.

I'm um...

I'm really sorry about
how everything happened.

- You should be sorry.

'cause you're on your own now.

- No, I'm not. I have ryan.

- You think when
push comes to shove,

That family is gonna go
out on a limb for ya?

- So, what if they don't?

I have... Myself.

You know, and I am
gonna be someone, mom!

I am gonna make
something of myself.

That is my fate! You will see!

And you know what?

As for yours,

In case you haven't noticed,

You're the one in jail!

So, good luck
getting spicy ramen

And root touch-ups on your own!

- Yo, gale, I'm
just gonna say it.

We can't work
together because...

All I wanna do is
jump your bones.

oscar?

Hey.
- Hey.

Lidia, I uh...

I may not be a lawyer but I
could sure argue like one.

- Mm-hmm.
- Rhian deserve the moonshine.

She needs it. I need it,

And I need you to need
her to need it, as well.

- M-kay.
- What, so you'll consider it?

- She didn't want it, oscar.

She wants it more
than anything, lidia,

But she wants her family
to want her to have it.

Especially you.

Your approval is really
important to her.

And I will deny saying that

And run away if you
ever repeat those words.

- Sure. Yeah.
I'll think on it.

- Yes! You are a
legend!

- Okay.

- Oh um, and one more request.
- Mm-hmm.

- If rhian asks, can you tell
her I put up a big fight?

You know, really beat ya down.

That'd be great for optics.
Big win for me, you know.

- Oh, of course. Yep.

- Nice. Nice. Okay, see ya!

- Bye now.
- Bye!

I can't do your renovation.

Sorry.

Hello?

Aunt felicia?

- My least-hated niece.

Missed ya, lids!

Lidia: I gave your eulogy.

Felicia: Potato gun
was a nice touch.

- Is this in my head?
- Probably.

- Yeah. I'll take it.

I need an objective
ear.

And someone to discourage me
from cutting my own bangs.

- What's the problem, buddy?
- Me.

My husband didn't want
me. My kids don't want me.

My parents are bailing.

Even the guy I wanted
to sleep with... Can't.

Doesn't want me.
- Stop whining!

Look around, it's a
frickin' paradise.

- Sun is shining now
but the summer will end,

And then what?

- Why did you leave
me the moonshine?

Why me?

- Oh, ah-ah. Okay.

- Second thoughts?
- Um...

I don't wanna be stagnant.

- Huh?
- me and my rules,

Lucky t-shirts, stupid quirks.
- No, nora, look,

You don't have to change
your life for me. Okay?

You need to change it
for you. If you want.

- Well...
- Or not.

I will love all versions
of you and I'll follow you

Wherever you wanna
go, forever and ever.

Enough with the
weird, mushy shit.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Okay. Without further ado...

Oh, uh, yeah.

So, ready to do your dirty girl?

- I think there's uh, a
light on the porch. It's out.

- Well, it's not your
responsibility, hun.

- Well, maybe I should just go-

- Hmm. Be free, old
man.

- Right.

Free.

- You'd think the drunk
tank would be a reason

Not to finish off
the rum. Ibuprofen.

For the morning, if
you make it that far.

- Woo!
- Water!

good as new!

- As long as you don't
asphyxiate on your own vomit,

And die!
- One day, little bro,

I'm gonna be there
to help you out.

Make all your dreams come true.

We could make a
new vessel of fate!

Choose your own future.

- I don't know.

Can we?

I mean, I don't even
know where I'm from,

Let alone where I'm going.

- From here, silly!
From the moonshine.

Right where I found
ya on that porch.

Baby sammy's just so cute.
- I mean, who I'm from.

You know, my biological mom.

Who she is and how
I wound up here.

And why she's never
come to check on me,

Even though she
knows where I am.

I think maybe that's
why I'm stuck.

- Hmm.

- Why I'm afraid of grad
school and a relationship

That could take me away
from the moonshine.

Part of me thinks...

She could come back.

- We could find her.

- Mom and dad, they looked.

For a really long time.

- I haven't.
- You?

- Fate 2.0, bro.

I will make that my purpose!

I will find your
bio mom for you.

I'll make everyone proud.

Whoa.
- Whoa, you okay?

- Sammy...
- Yeah?

- Tuck me in?

- Boundaries, remember?
- It was a test.

You passed, little bro.

- I need help.

Uh...

I need you take the keys, rhian.

N-no. I want you...

To take the keys.

Felicia: Do you remember that
epic sandcastle you built

When you were nine? Hmm?

Spent the whole
day on the turrets.

The renegade queen's
private quarters.

- yeah, the one
with the ensuite sauna,

Marble foyer.

Soaker tub.
- Born architect.

A true artist.

Hmm. And do you remember
when that storm blew in, hmm?

The tide was comin' in
so fast. Huge waves.

You dragged every lawn chair
and towel down to the beach.

Built a barrier.

nine years old.

You tried to fight the ocean.

The ocean!

- I was a stupid kid.
- You were a fierce kid.

A brave kid.

That's why I left
you the moonshine.

So that you could protect it.

That girl who tried
to fight the ocean.

She's still in there.

- Is she?

I just feel so lost.

Felicia: You know, you can't
put fate in a bottle, hmm.

Wish ya could.

just try
me!

I dare you, bring it, bitch!

I don't need your permission!

Or some stupid fate scroll!

I got this!

Felicia: Life will show up

When you least expect it.

And the lidia that
I know can handle

Anything that it throws her way.

- I'm not ready.

I'm not ready.

- I lied.

Renovation, that
was a euphemism.

Lidia: Woo!