ROSE: I'm sure you've gathered my reason for asking.
DIRK: More or less.
DIRK: Why come to me about it, then?
ROSE: It's a wedding.
ROSE: If there's any time to dig up a tradition, it's now, I suppose.
ROSE: And as mangled and unrecognizeable as it may be, canonically speaking, you are my father.
ROSE: It's just as weird to say as it is for you to hear.
DIRK: If that's the way you want to spin it...
DIRK: Is she going to ask for my blessing, too?
DIRK: As mangled and unrecognizeable as it may be, canonically speaking, you are my daughter.
ROSE: Oh dear.
DIRK: I'll keep that one on the back pocket.
DIRK: Do you have a plan?
ROSE: You should know by now that I don't.
ROSE: I'm looking for the right moment.
ROSE: I've flown by the hem of my skirts before, I'm certain that planning too much would be some sort of critical failure on my end.
ROSE: Even as we become the gods ourselves, "make a plan and God laughs" holds true.
DIRK: Okay, what do you think the right moment would be?
ROSE: I'll know it when I see it.
ROSE: When things settle down, of course.
ROSE: It'll be nice and... comparatively peaceful.
DIRK: What do you think you'll see?
ROSE: I'm not sure...
DIRK: Maybe things won't be as peaceful as you'd expect.
ROSE: That's quite an ominous statement, would you like to clarify that one for me?
DIRK: I don't have more to say than just that... there are things left undone.
ROSE: Surely you aren't torn up about Vriska's assumed death too.
DIRK: Hardly. I didn't know her for shit.
DIRK: As far as I'm concerned, she's a casualty at best.
DIRK: Sad for Terezi, but in an abstract way.
DIRK: It'd be sad if I cared about someone in that way, and he died.
DIRK: But it's not like I knew her.
ROSE: An understandable position.
DIRK: You mentioned her. Perhaps it's weighing on you?
ROSE: Also hardly.
ROSE: Not that I don't care for her... it's hard not to after spending 3 years with her.