'I mean, we both needed someone who could be there for them, be willing to drop down to the shadows with them, to one day rise up to the surface and be known to the world'

'You needed someone who could care, I needed someone who didn't mind living as a sewer rat for however long. I guess we were both outcasts, maybe that was what brought us together'

'But now, we don't have to be outcasts, and I'm even sure I want to be one. Not that we didn't have good times in the sewers though!'

'And the time we found that dead guy with like, 3 rings on his fingers, and that massive necklace. Must have fallen in drunk, broke his neck. Still see it as a win for us, though!'

'And it looks great on ya! Didn't think it was possible for a surface-dweller to adapt so quickly! Maybe it was always in ya'

*Sure!*

'How much do we tell our kid, when they grow up? What if they don't like hearing that mom and dad lived down the toilet and made a living off of other people's waste?'

'Yeah. Hopefully they won't ask too many questions. And hopefully, nobody else will let anything slip. 'Mommy, Auntie Sie told me you used to swim in poop. That's not true, right?''

Flint does a silly squeaky voice, pretending to be a child

'Exactly! Most of our friends spent an unhealthy amount of time down there too, so they won't have a leg to stand on. Our kid's gonna be a good kid, right!?'

'Which we will. Plus, they're a cross between you and me, so how could that possibly turn out wrong?'