Hazel: If I were a gardener, I'd put our "two-lips" together.
Frank: (blushing)
Nico: If I were a gardener, you'd be my hoe.
Will: Thanks
Leo: And they say romance is dead
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Gardener
Hazel: If I were a gardener, I'd put our "two-lips" together.
Frank: (blushing)
Nico: If I were a gardener, you'd be my hoe.
Will: Thanks
Leo: And they say romance is dead
