Flan just rubs his back, and nestles him in her tits. It can't solve everything, but life is better when you're between a pair of good boobs. "Yeah, like, no matter how you stretch the definition of home, there's no way that place is more of a home than anywhere else you ever lived. Anyway, they just pick on you 'cause you're funny and your dick is good."

"Oh my god, okay so at first, I thought it was the place April and I used to live in, but then I actually walked in, and it's like one of those show-homes, except it all just feels like reeaaaallly familiar and also off-putting. And THEN, if you go into the bedroom? It's just a photo darkroom with a bed!" She's more than happy to tell Pratt about the weird shit going on with April.