Marco and Terezi
"Excellent," she grinned. She loved Marco's nachos. Especially when they were red.
"Pretty much the opposite of this," she gestured around. "Instead of it being a happy celebration, it was more of a depressing thing. Like 'oh yay, another solar sweep'." She spoke in a woeful and sad voice, as if going around the Alternian sun was a terrible thing. "This is much better. I love the decorations, they smell awesome."