"WOW. Thought this part was supposed to come after th' weddin'."
This bit from Red:
Little Girl: Your cloak's a funny color. Red: It's dyed with the blood of cheeky little girls.
A flashback to November's childhood has her sister September reciting the old poem about magpies, with other sister August pointing out that they're looking at ravens. November is quite young, and doesn't know what ravens are:
September: One for sorrow... Two for joy... August: That's to count magpies, not ravens. November: Ravens? September: Who says it can't be for ravens? November: RAVENS September: Three for a girl... November: Three for RAVENS September: Four for a boy... November: Four for RAVENS September: Five for silver... November: Five for RAVENS September: Six for... November: RAVENS [pause] November: ...What're RAVENS? September: ...