"I mean, presumably before you had this falling-out you and he did things together that did not involve screaming insults at each other."
"Sure, we did, but now he won't let me in so we can do things together."
"You were unhelpful to everything I wanted to do. Plus, yelling."
"Okay, here's a question. Since I'm not allowed to use curse words. When was the last time you went out to do something, just to have fun?"
"And yelling at him is obviously going to cause him to have lots of fun," mutters Ice under her breath.
"Well what else am I supposed to do? Send him pretty letters asking him nicely to please go back to being my brother again?"
"No," sighs Cypress, "but yelling at him isn't going to help, I think. It'll only make him defensive."
"Well, good, because he needs to explain himself, because he is not making sense and hasn't for ages."
"Ana, please don't ever come to the assumption that it's a good idea to make me defensive so I will explain myself. That is the exact opposite of how to actually get me to explain myself."
"All of the - stuff. Just - all of it. Why, are you so insistent on being miserable? Why the fuck do you do that?"
"Far be it for me to have priorities besides rampant hedonism."
"You're not really helping," Ice points out to Prime. "If you're fundamentally opposed to the entire premise of this conversation it would probably be more efficient to kick her out of your house, and if you aren't, maybe reach for whatever your second resort after sarcasm is and see how that goes."
"... That means he isn't opposed to the conversation but does not want to let the wall of sarcasm down," translates Cypress. He's pretty sure the Zevianas caught that, but he knows his wife didn't.
She looks extremely bothered by the concept of shooing, but is not letting it affect her.