The first Inside Out movie came out when I was 13. I am now 22 years old and the movie still has a chokehold on me. So of course, I had to drag my friend to the nearest cinema so she could experience whatever masterpiece Pixar had just released (with me). And the only part of it I regret is the part when I had to covertly wipe my tears. Yes, I know it's a universal experience to cry during a Pixar movie but the older I get, the less I want people to see me cry.
Margot and Lara Jean spent her entire childhood trying to make it up to her. So of course they weren't going to reprimand her. Of course they weren't ever truly going to be mad at her for long.