Transmission: 17, start
Oh, that lucky rabbit's foot...
Please?
Weddings. Who's more likely to cry? Jason or Dim?
That's just cryptic irony, first GRADE.
The unrelenting squeaky wheel...
Looks like Dim but taller? HMM.
That's probably not a good feeling.
Congratulations! You won!
Meanwhile, Tyle's working the court.
TEAM PURPLE! That's awfully civil of a short-fuse coach.
Beat cranky coach's high score!
Now bouncing to another day job with kids... and shorter fuses.
Romance is death.
Qress is indeed creative.
When your mother-in-law starts spouting gothic poetry...
Called by the name he hates AND told to help his sister, who's not at all his sister. Eh.
Dim's always a riot at parties. Surprised?
Jason and Day do not trust this kind, alien Dim.
The vitriol, geez-us. Dim's one patent.
And Tyle, making everyone groan with awkwardly quoted poetry.
The poem! It made him too strong!
That moodiness of his wasn't just a phase.
Attention elsewhere, where's that necklace, Day?
Hasn't quite blue-screened but there's some definite freezing up.
True romantics promise to be the end of each other.
Boxes of flowers must be heavier than they look.
Coincidences rarely happen in this comic... or DO THEY?!
Flashback! A little awkward but... sweet.
Oh no, very sensitive. He dropped a flower...
Jason? Like a cracked pot? Surely you jest.
Papa Lucio's set on bargaining something with Day.
And taking favours proves a perilous trip through time.
End of Ch.XVII