Parsley, excitedly skipping alongside the adults: Ahhh! That's so COOL! It's a gun AND a boomerang???
Marrow, rubbing the back of his head, a bit embarrassed: Yeah, yeah, it's been by my side all these years. Even if I try to throw it away, it always comes back to me.
Blake, rolling her eyes: Boooo.
Marrow, giving a hearty laugh at his own joke, then smiling towards Parsley: Ah! But what about you, kid? I see you're as interested in weapons as your moms, not nearly to the level of your MOTHER but-, what's your weapon? Some sort of crazy amalgamation of all of Team RWBY's? Another scythe user perhaps?
Parsley, shaking her head, reaching her hands into pockets, bringing back out a pair of knuckle dusters: Nope! Despite Mother's protests, I've gone with something a lot more classic and simple, it works better for-
Weiss, in a shocked gasp: PARSLEY!? DID YOU HAVE THOSE THIS WHOLE TIME?
Parsley, a bit taken aback: W-Well yeah I-, Mother always says a Huntress never parts with her weapons.
Weiss, rubbing a temple with one hand, her other rubbing her eyes: In-...In Vale that's fine, back home. We're in an entirely different Kingdom sweetie, you could've gotten into serious trouble.
Marrow, placing a hand on Parsley's shoulder before she could speak up, calming down Weiss: Don't you worry Schnee, I'll sponsor Parsley for your time here. She's fine.
Marrow, giving a thumbs up and smile to Parsley before stopping in his tracks as his scroll rings: Ah! Hold on a second I have to take this.
Thyme, walking directly into Marrow as they weren't paying attention, scowling: What the-, for fuc-
Thyme, clearing their throat at the glares from Weiss, Blake, and Yang, awkwardly playing it off: For...for fudge, Magnolia, that's what people use baking chocolate for.
Magnolia, having stopped along with the group immediately despite also not paying attention, looking around the new environment with interest, entirely oblivious to what Thyme said: Ah yes yes that's very fascinating Thyme, how wonderful.
Marrow, speaking into his scroll: Ah. Right right. Of course, hun, I'll be over as soon as I can. I bumped into old friends and I'm giving them a hand real quick. Okay. Aha, of course, of course, you've actually already sort of met them before. No, no I won't tell you and ruin the surprise. No. No. Not them either. No, stop guessing, you'll learn when you learn, Tulip. Okay, yeah I will, I love you too. Bye.
Blake, raising an eyebrow: Oooh, Marrow, something you've neglected to mention?
Yang, holding back laughter, ignoring Weiss's scolds and stern slaps: Pfft..."Tulip."
Marrow, chuckling, taking hold of Ruby's luggage again: Ah, you all remember during Salem's invasion, that florist I saved, right?
Weiss, gasping: That woman from the burning building, right?
Marrow, nodding, a small smile on his face: Yes well, she survived thankfully. I would visit her in the hospital to check up on her. I don't like to say it this way, but she insists my visits are the reason she held on and kept fighting. We eventually became a...a thing. I suppose. We're ummm...ahem, uhhh, we're married.
Parsley, with a bit of a starstruck look: That's...so romantic!
Marrow, laughing, his face flushed: Y-Yeah, yeah I guess you could say it is. Aha.
Weiss, stomping directly up to his face, jamming her finger to his chest: IT'S BEEN NEARLY TWENTY YEARS SINCE THE INVASION AND YOU'VE NEVER TOLD US!??!?
Marrow, gulping: I-It uhh, ummm, it never came up?
Weiss, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him: WHEN ARE WE ALL GOING TO MEET HER INVITE HER TO MY HOME THIS INSTANT!!!!
Marrow, letting out a sigh of relief as Blake and Yang pull a raging Weiss off of him, wiping his forehead: I see she's never lost her fire. But Parsley.
Parsley, looking over: Hmm?
Marrow, taking a moment before speaking: I...I don't know if romantic is the word I'd use.
Parsley: B-But what do you mean? It's just like a fairy-
Marrow, holding up a hand to stop her: This woman was a civilian, she lived within Mantle, her biggest worry was the chance of a small pack of Grimm getting over the walls. She didn't deserve a full scale invasion by a threat she had no idea existed. None of them did. No one that didn't make it, and certainly no one that did make it, and has to live with the repercussions. When I rescued her from her burning shop she was pinned down by a burning beam of wood. She lost her arm, Parsley, and it's been nearly twenty damn years and she can still feel it sometimes. I bet your Momma can relate, too.
Parsley, sinking down a little: I-...I'm sorry I-
Marrow, placing his hand on Parsley's shoulder, shaking his head: Don't be sorry, you didn't know. I'm sure you get told this plenty, but a the life of a Huntsmen or Huntress, it's not all heroics. There are boring parts, like paperwork and speeches and having to handle weird brand deals, and trust me those are the worst. To sad stuff, you'll lose friends, loved ones, you'll lose people you don't know anything about but it'll hurt just as much as losing a teammate. Saving everyone is impossible.
Parsley, staring down to the ground, her voice hardly a whisper: So...what do you do?
Marrow, with a determined look: Attempt the impossible everyday, that's what I do, that's what your moms do, and I'm certain that's what you're going to do too. Hell. Maybe you'll be the one to prove it's not so impossible after all.
Parsley, looking up from the ground, nodding, her face turning just as determined as Marrow's: You're right. Maybe I am.
Marrow, nodding, patting Parsley on the back: That's the spirit. Keep up your optimism and you'll be a better Huntress than-OOF!
Weiss, crashing into Marrow and pinning him to the ground, her hands gripping the collar of his shirt, screeching: YOU DIDN'T EVEN INVITE US TO THE WEDDING!!!?!?!?!?!?!? WE INVITED YOU TO OURS YOU LITTLE BASTARD!
Marrow, struggling to speak as he's being choked out: I-It...was a...small...event...family...o-only-
Yang, struggling to pull Weiss off of him: BLAKE!?!? HELP?????
Blake, her arms crossed: She makes a good point. I enjoy weddings.
Blake, groaning: Ugh, fine.
