(with a hint of fear) I'm kind of home tutored in a box my pop made, (looks down with a more frightened tone) it sometimes gets very hot in the box... my pop made.
Triana
Wow. That's, um... that's screwy. (notices his face, which has gone blank) Crap, did I upset you?
(entering her room, where Orpheus is opening her closet door to reveal a supernatural portal) I knew it!
ODr. Orpheus
(flustered) Pumpkin! What are you doing in... your room? Shouldn't you be... not in your room?
Triana
My whole life I've been afraid of that closet! There's always these weird lights and something that smells like a burning Band-aid.
ODr. Orpheus
Brimstone. Okay fine, porthole to the burning nowhere, you got me.
Triana
Dad! I thought I was going crazy! I mean, I'm still afraid of the closet! Still! I wear the same thing every day because of that closet!
ODr. Orpheus
Well, how was I to know?! Come now, Archie and his indolent companion Jughead wear the same clothes every day. I thought it was an adolescent phase of yours.
Triana
Great. My closet is the door to hell.
ODr. Orpheus
The Necropolis. A porthole to the Necropolis. It had to be on the south side of the apartment, and since you had to have a private bathroom... oh, this is never... (he seizes her head) SLEEP!!
I have been attempting to stave off this awkward, yet necessary conversation.
Triana
Please. Dad.
ODr. Orpheus
This is my duty!
[Triana giggles]
ODr. Orpheus
What is funny about my duty? You know I take my duty quite seriously.
Triana
You said... [laughs] Never mind.
ODr. Orpheus
I share your nervousness, but there are certain facts that a father must impart to his daughter on occasions such as this- Oh yes, 'doody', clever.
Triana
Daaad.
ODr. Orpheus
Hear me out! [clears throat] When young women reach estrus, the, uhh, lignum, ummm, craves theeee stamen-like skills of the yonie. This is quite natural.
Triana
Dad. Come on. I'm doing you a favor.
ODr. Orpheus
Yes, yes, Mr. Venture has been kind enough to give me some leeway with the rent if I get the boys, as he says, 'out of his hair' for the evening. But as you know, tonight I teach conjuring at the new school.
Triana
It's not a problem. Kim and I could use a free dinner.
ODr. Orpheus
It's just that boys at their age have unchecked desires coursing, nay raging as a tempest would! Through their tingling nethers!
Triana
Come on, Dad. I'm going on a date with... the Venture brothers.
[as Future Dean] OK , listen: I’m the Master. I’m like your dad’s omnicient boss, so let me give you some advice. Get on with your life. You think anyone can just walk into to your closet and see me?
[as Future Dean] It’s a regular closet to anyone without The Gift. I mean, you can start your training now, and seriously, you can make better money with this stuff than you can as the manager of The Gap.
[as Future Dean] Yeah, and get the world’s most useless diploma! Forget your dad, he’s just trying to save you from his life, not yours. Triana Orpheus, you should go live with your mother and begin your training to be a sorceress. It's your destiny! And it's way cheaper than art school!