The Phantom, Erik, and Christine all debate on what self-care is...

Raoul smiled. "What activities do you guys think of when you think of self-care?" He asked. 

"Self care is sending a threatening letter to the idiot managers of the opera and requesting even more francs per month." Erik said with a smile. 

Christine scoffed. "No, Erik, self-care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you feel like it, or taking a nice warm nap!" She sighed. 

Erik curled his fists. "I disagree. Self-care is the burning heat when rage washes over you! Self-care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists! Self-care is the fear in your enemies' eyes!" He yelled. 

Christine looked horrified, and Raoul merely laughed. "Self-care is when I take your slice of cake just so that I can eat the frosting." Erik glared at him. "If you touch my cake, I'll make you eat your own hands." 

Christine stood up from the couch. "Okay, I need a self-care day after this conversation. I'll be in the tub."