[truly hope the gondola does a sick flip and dumps them in the canal. it's what they deserve.

monika follows after him, climbing inside — though she suddenly pauses once she's got both of her feet in the boat, as if suddenly remembering something, her expression pinched.]

... Hey, Jonas. I'm so sorry, it totally slipped my mind. But I need to kiss you if I'm gonna to do this. Is that, like... It's not too weird, is it?