I know, it took me this long to write up the prompt that was officially supposed to be written on Day 1 XD. Hope you enjoy it!
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“Aw, c’mon, baby, why don’t we talk it out over a drink?”
“Fuck off,”
“Ooh, nice mouth. What else do you use it for?”
“I said fuck off!”
Heather sighed and turned to smile amiably at the customer she was assisting. “Would you excuse me for a second?” She left the counter and went across the flower shop to the door, where outside was Paul and the stupid tattoo artist from across the street. “Hey!” Heather snapped. “He said fuck off, so fuck off, Sixx.”
Nikki scoffed and rolled his eyes at her. “C’mon, I was just having a little fun—”
“Yeah, you’ve been giving me that lie for three days straight now. Try it again and I’ll call the police and make a harassment complaint.”
Nikki was silent as he glared at her, no doubt trying to think of something to say. Heather just crossed her arms and glared right back. Finally he sighed, looking more like a lectured teenager than a grown man. “Fine.” He turned around to stalk across the street towards the tattoo parlor. He was about to enter when he turned around and, in a rather childish move, aimed his middle finger right at her Heather made a big show of rolling her eyes and turned away.
Paul sighed. “Finally. I thought he’d never leave.”
“I bet if you just ignored him he’ll go away,” she suggested as they headed back into the flower shop.
“I should start bringing my lunch from home,” Paul just mumbled. He smiled at her gratefully. “Thanks for stepping in.”
Heather smiled at her best friend. “No problem.” She went back to the counter while Paul went into the greenhouse. “Sorry about that. Now where were we?”
She finished helping the customer fill out their order, and after sending him on his way she went to go help Paul in the greenhouse. She pulled on her gardening gloves and went over to the zinnias. “How’s everything looking?” she asked over her shoulder.
“Good so far.” Paul was silent for a moment, then sighed. “Is it bad I keep thinking about earlier?”
Heather turned in his direction. “Why?”
“Just… How do you handle a situation like that? Someone refusing to leave you alone? Without hurting their feelings?”
Heather frowned at him. “Well, for one thing, don’t care about their feelings. They’re the one harassing you. Second, just stay away from the tattoo parlor.”
“How can I do that when they’re right across the street from us?” Paul deadpanned.
“Just avoid them whenever possible. You’ve seen everyone who works there, and how they act. All those guys are nothing but trouble.” Heather calmed down from her small tirade and smiled reassuringly at him. “We could call their manager and complain about Sixx harassing you.”
Paul brightened. “That would work, probably. Just call him and let him take care of it.”
“Yeah, exactly,”
Heather would later wonder if some divine power had heard her comment on how all the artists at Motley Crue Tattoos were nothing but trouble, because at that moment they heard the bells above the door ring.
“I’ll get it,” Heather wiped her gloves on her jeans. “You prune the dahlias.”
“But you do such a better job on the dahlias than me,” Paul grinned at her. “They’re your pride and joy.”
Heather grinned back. “I think you’re finally ready for the responsibility of pruning them. Do not prove me wrong, Paul Stanley.”
“I shall not fail you!”
Laughing, Heather opened the door to enter the shop floor. She caught sight of a man looking over the flower pots, looking like he was trying to blend in with the surroundings. It was a bit difficult for him, though, since he was clad in all black, with a black leather jacket and black boots, as well as sunglasses. He looked about as invisible as a drop of black ink on a sheet of paper. There was also a sketchbook tucked under one arm. He looked rather familiar, but Heather wasn’t sure where she had seen him before. She still put on a smile and headed towards him. “Hi there. Welcome to the Dahlia Shoppe. I’m Heather, how can I help you?”
The man looked at her for a second. What was he doing? He finally said, “I was wondering if I could go back into your greenhouse.”
Heather blinked at him. “Why would you want to do that?”
“I’m, uh… an artist. I take commissions. And a lot of people request flowers. And I knew you grew good flowers here, so…” The man shoved his hands into his pockets. “Wouldn’t be bothering anyone. And I wouldn’t touch any of the flowers. Just thought I’d ask if I could come by and practice drawing ‘em sometime.”
Heather thought for a moment. Then she shrugged. “I guess it wouldn’t be a problem. Come on, I’ll show you the greenhouse.” As they were walking over to the door, she asked, “By the way, what’s your name? Just so I know who you are if you stop by again.”
“Mick Mars,”
“Heather McMann. Nice to meet you, Mick Mars.”
She wasn’t sure, but she thought she saw the corner of his mouth lift up in a smile. She opened the door and showed him inside. “There you go. Just go tell Paul,” she pointed over to where Paul was meticulously pruning a dahlia plant, “I said it’s okay for you to be back here, and he’ll leave you alone.”
“Got it. Thanks.”
“Sure. Let me know when you’re leaving.”
Heather closed the door behind him and went to go straighten up the racks of seed packets. Customers were always rifling through them and putting the packets back out of order. But she hadn’t even been doing her task for five minutes when the door opened and she looked up to find Paul hurrying onto the shop floor.
“Heather,” he said quickly. “That guy you said could sketch the flowers in the greenhouse…”
“Yeah, what about him?”
“He’s the manager of the tattoo parlor!”
Heather froze. “What? Really?”
Paul nodded. “Yeah, I’ve seen him closing up before. I think he owns the place.”
“Oh…” Heather set down the seed packets she was holding. “Stay here. I’m going to go tell him right now.”
“But I thought we were going to call him!”
“Paul, the manager of the tattoo parlor where the guy who’s been harassing you works at literally just walked into the shop. On the same day. When’s this going to happen again? I’m going to go tell him right now.”
“But I don’t know if you—” Paul began, but Heather was already striding briskly to the door of the greenhouse. “—should,” he finished, and sighed.
Heather shoved open the door and stalked over to Mick, who had his sketchbook out and was in the middle of starting a sketch of the daisies. “Hey,” she demanded, making him look up. “Are you the manager of Motley Crue Tattoos?”
Mick looked taken aback by the question, but nodded. “I own the place, actually,”
“Yeah, okay. Tell your tattoo artists to stop harassing me and my friend.”
Mick frowned. “I didn’t know they were…”
Heather crossed her arms. “We are directly across the street from each other, and you just happen to not notice your one worker, Sixx, harassing Paul in broad daylight for three days in a row? If he does it again, I will call the cops on him. Tell him to stay the fuck away from my store, and from Paul, or I’ll have the cops do it.”
To her surprise, Mick got an annoyed look on his face. Then he sighed frustratedly. “Fuckin’ teenager went and fucked up again,” he grumbled, then he looked up at her. “I’m sorry about him, and I’m sorry he did that. I’ll talk to him about it.”
Heather frowned. “You’ll talk to him? Forgive me, but that sounds too much like a simple slap on the wrist to me.”
“Then how about this: I’ll talk to him today, and tomorrow morning when you open I’ll drag his ass over here so he can apologize. Trust me, I know how to get through to that kid.”
Heather clenched her jaw. “What happens if I don’t accept his apology?”
Mick sighed. “You’ve got every right to not accept his apology. I’ll suspend him from work. I mean, I was already going to, but I didn’t tell you that.”
For a moment, Heather was taken aback. She had been expecting him to argue with her, even say some crap like “oh he’d never do that”. But no, he wasn’t. He actually believed her. From how he was acting, it didn’t seem like this was the first time Sixx had gotten into trouble. And he seemed genuinely sorry…
“I… I guess that’s fair,” Heather finally sighed. “You’ve got a deal. Suspend him from work, and drag him over here to apologize to Paul, and I won’t call the cops on him.” She let Mick relax for a second before continuing. “But… if he ever does it again, I will file a harassment complaint.”
Mick nodded and held his hand out to her. “Deal,”
After a moment, Heather reached out to shake his hand. “Okay then. I’ll, uh, I’ll leave you to keep sketching.”
She turned and walked away to exit the greenhouse. Paul was still waiting by the seed racks, drumming his fingers against his leg anxiously. “So what happened?”
“I talked to him, and he said he was going to talk to the guy and make him apologize to you.”
Paul blinked. “Really?”
Heather smiled. “Yeah, really. He was really understanding about it.”
“I can believe it. He was real polite when he came over to ask where the best flowers to sketch were.”
“He was? That was nice of him.”
Paul grinned at her. “But I thought you said tattoo artists were nothing but trouble,”
“They are… but this guy’s not. There can be exceptions.”
“Or maybe he likes you,”
Heather gaped at him and smacked him on the shoulder, laughing. “Shut up, he does not!”
Little did she know, Mick couldn’t help but overhear their conversation, and flinched a bit at Paul’s teasing words. Shit… was it obvious? So maybe he had just a little tiny thing for the blonde owner of the Dahlia Shoppe. That didn’t mean anything, or that it would go anywhere. Besides, Heather was probably out of his league anyway.
Mick sighed and went back to sketching. He could wait until after he finished and left to figure out his stupid feelings.
Another prompt picked out by me! Hope you guys enjoy!
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Eight Times Heather Came Through For the Gang, and One Time They Came Through For Her
#1:
“I need to ask you something,”
Wariness traveled through Heather at Judy’s statement. “What?”
“Well, you know today’s Halloween,”
“Yeah…” How could Heather not know today was Halloween? She could never forget.
“Both Brad and I can’t take Fred trick or treating this year… Do you think you could take him?”
Heather paused, and her hand tightened slightly around the phone. On the one hand, she knew how much Fred loved Halloween. On the other hand… she never went out of her house on Halloween night if she could help it. She just couldn’t face the night unless she was in her home, surrounded by her flowers and assured by her wind chimes and the cross made of rowan she kept on her door. She couldn’t risk it.
Judy seemed to sense her reluctance, because she quickly said, “I know you don’t like going out on Halloween night, so if you don’t want to do it I can call Uncle Bobby—”
“Your Uncle Bobby?” Heather’s nose wrinkled. Judy’s Uncle Bobby taking Fred? The one who called her a Satan worshipper and went into passionate rants about how the Democratic Party would ruin this nation and would definitely make sure Fred didn’t get the chance to enjoy his trick or treating experience? Absolutely not. “No, I’ll do it.”
“You will? But I thought—”
“I know. But your Uncle Bobby taking Fred instead of me is the worse alternative. I’ll do it.”
Judy laughed. “Okay. Thanks, Heather.”
Heather smiled a bit. “Sure, Judy.”
#2:
Heather led Daphne into the bathroom, Velma at their heels, and sat her down. “It’s okay, Daphne,” she reassured the distraught girl. “We can clean it up. It’s okay.”
“I just don’t know what happened!” Daphne said, trying to hold back tears so she wouldn’t ruin her makeup. “I shouldn’t have been holding that glass while I was walking.”
“The glass isn’t the problem, Daphne,” Velma said to her matter-of-factly. “The problem is someone tripped you.”
“I saw that too,” Heather agreed. “Velma, can you get me some towels so we can clean this up?”
She was helping to dab at the stain on the front of Daphne’s dress when the door opened and the sound of clacking heels filled the bathroom. “Daphne, oh my gosh.” They looked up to see her cousin Daisy holding napkins. “Are you okay? I got you towels. It’s horrible how someone tripped you like that.”
Heather narrowed her eyes at the girl. “How did you know someone tripped her? We barely saw anything.”
Daisy blinked, staring at her. “I’m sorry, who are you?”
“You don’t have to know.” Heather stood up. “How would you know someone tripped Daphne…” she turned to Daphne questioningly for the name.
“Daisy,”
“Daisy.” She turned back to her and crossed her arms. “Unless you were the one that did it?”
Daisy looked for a moment like a deer caught in headlights. “I…” She gave a scoff of a laugh. “Listen, lady, you’re crazy. Everyone knows I would never do that.”
“You wouldn’t…” Daphne stood up. “Unless you knew you wouldn’t get caught. You’ve been out to get me for years, Daisy, don’t even lie.”
Heather laughed. “Oh, isn’t this funny,” she turned back to Daisy, smirking. “The spiteful cousin that appears to be a perfect angel to hide how rotten she is. How predictable. I knew there was something wrong with you.”
Daisy stared at her for a moment, then an arrogant look appeared on her face. “Oh yeah? Well you think they’re going to believe you? An old lady, my ditzy cousin, and her friend? I don’t think so. Now get out of my way, old woman. I need to touch up my makeup.”
“Oh, I don’t think so.” Heather’s smile turned deadly. “You aren’t as smart as you think you are.” Her hand shot out to grab Daisy’s wrist and pulled her closer. “You underestimate what I can do. If you ever try to humiliate Daphne again, you better pray to your God I don’t hear about it. Because I can and I will permanently scar that pretty face.” She smiled. “Okay?” She let go of Daisy’s wrist. “Now get out of our way, little girl.”
Daisy looked like she wanted to be defiant, but then stepped to the side so Daphne, Heather, and Velma could walk out of the bathroom. Daphne grabbed her arm. “Thanks, Heather. No one’s ever stood up to Daisy for me like that before.”
Heather smiled at her. “Anytime, Daphne.”
#3:
Velma came running towards her as she came walking down the hallway towards the group of kids. “Heather, thank goodness. We only have an hour left before we need to show off our project.”
“Okay, just show me the way so we can figure this out,” Heather left Velma spin around and run back to the Science Olympiad group.
“Guys, this is Heather, the woman I told you would help us.”
One of them, who looked like a stereotypical nerd found in a teen high school movie, eyed Heather skeptically. “She doesn’t look scientifically inclined,” he stated, looking at her leather jacket, jeans, and Motley Crue t-shirt.
Heather shrugged, smiling. “Sorry I don’t look the part. But I’m the best you’ve got, so lead the way to the broken project.”
As the group walked down the hallway to their designated classroom, Velma tugged on her sleeve. “Thank you for doing this. No one else could make it.”
“You’re welcome, Velma. I’ll help the best I can.”
#4:
Heather raised an eyebrow and looked down at the list in her hand. “I think we’ve got everything… except the marshmallow fluff,”
“Like, that shouldn’t be too hard to find!” Shaggy said cheerfully. “I know where it is, too.”
“Lead the way, my man,” Heather laughed.
The trio, consisting of Heather, Shaggy, and Scooby, headed out of the grocery store aisle and went down to the right one to get the marshmallow fluff. Why Shaggy and Scooby needed marshmallow fluff, Heather had no idea. Then again, she was usually lost when they were saying what they put in their crazy sandwiches.
Shaggy checked the shelf. “Aw, man!” he groaned. “Like, there’s no marshmallow fluff!”
Scooby’s head dropped. “Raw…”
“They have strawberry fluff,” Heather pointed to the jars on the shelf. “Why don’t we get that?”
Shaggy and Scooby looked at her with utterly appalled looks. “Like we can’t use the strawberry fluff!”
“Reah!” Scooby agreed. “Re need marshmallow ruff!”
“Excuse me,” They all turned around at the voice, and saw a grocery store employee standing behind them, looking stern. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to bring your dog outside. There are no pets allowed in the store.”
“Rog?” Scooby looked around. “Rhere?”
“But like, Scooby’s a trained dog!” Shaggy protested.
Before the employee could say anything, Heather jumped in, flashing him a smile. “He’s very well trained. And he’s a service dog.” She reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet, and took out a service dog identification card to show him.
The employee looked at the card, then sighed. “Well, we do allow service pets… Sorry about that. Carry on.”
Once he was out of earshot, Shaggy and Scooby turned to her in confusion. “But like, Scooby’s not a service dog.”
“True,” Heather said as she put the card back in her wallet, smiling. “But he doesn’t know that.” She winked at them. “C’mon, let’s go pay. I think I have some marshmallow fluff at my house.”
Shaggy and Scooby looked at each other, grinned, then followed her. “Dude,” Shaggy said to Scooby, “Heather’s like, totally awesome.”
“Reah, rawesome,”
#5:
Heather was watering her plants when a sudden rapid banging on the door made her jump. She exhaled heavily, setting down her watering can. “What the hell…?”
When she opened the door, immediately crashing through to land in a heap on her floor was… four teenagers and a Great Dane? She frowned in confusion, then raised an eyebrow when she saw a familiar blonde head in the pile. “Fred?”
Fred raised his head and smiled. “Hey, Aunt Heather! Sorry to barge in like this.”
A redhead teen girl raised her head and looked around. “Jeepers! It’s like Flower Central in here!”
“Thank you,” Heather said as they all worked to untangle themselves. “I try.” She crossed her arms. “So, care to explain why four kids and a dog just crashed into my foyer?”
“Oh, right,” Fred got up and dusted himself off. “Gang, this is my aunt, Heather McMann. Aunt Heather, this is Daphne,” the redhead, “Velma,” a brunette in an orange turtleneck, “Shaggy,” a lanky boy in a green shirt, “and Scooby Doo,” the Great Dane. “They’re my friends.”
“Sorry to barge in on you,” Velma said politely, “but Fred said you were close by and could help us hide.”
Heather raised her eyebrow. “Hide from what?”
“Like, hide from the monster!” Shaggy quivered.
“Reah! Ronster!”
Heather blinked. Did… Did Scooby Doo just talk? What? “Monster?”
“We’ll explain in a second. But we need a favor,” Fred said to her. “Can we hide out here for the night? Just for the night, I swear. The Mystery Machine’s in your driveway.”
Heather had many questions. But then again, it seemed to be urgent. So she shrugged. “Sure. You’ll have to camp out in my living room. There’s extra blankets in the closet upstairs.”
Fred smiled in relief. “Thanks, Aunt Heather.”
“No problem. Get the blankets, and I’ll go make tea.”
As she was headed down the hallway to the kitchen, she heard Fred say gleefully, “See, guys? Told you we could count on Aunt Heather.”
#6:
“… And the coconuts will launch from this catapult, setting off the hooks for the carpet, which will fall right on the freaky conquistador and capture him!”
“Great plan, Freddy,” Daphne said.
“All we need now is…”
Shaggy suddenly tapped Velma on the shoulder resignedly, stopping her from continuing. “Live bait,” he finished, sighing. “Like we’ll save you the trouble. C’mon, Scoob.”
“Good luck, guys,” Heather called as they left the room.
“Okay, everybody hide,” Fred instructed.
All too soon, the four heard screaming from the hallway, and Shaggy and Scooby came barreling through the entrance. “Like he’s coming this way!” Shaggy shouted out, before he and Scooby crashed into a wall after skidding to a stop too late.
“And 3… 2… 1!” Fred pulled on the rope to spring the trap. But nothing happened. He pulled again. “What the heck? My trap’s not working!”
Heather looked around, and spotted the knight’s armor standing on the rack in the corner. An idea popped into her head and she went to pull off one of the arms. Then she ran to the doorway and stood to the side. When the conquistador ghost came running through, snarling, she swung the arm and hit him right in the stomach, sending him to the floor groaning in pain.
She placed her boot on his back and grinned at the gang. “I got him!”
Everyone came out of their hiding places. “Good thinking, Heather,” Velma congratulated. “Now, let’s see who this conquistador ghost really is.”
#7:
“So let me get this straight, you’ve been waiting for an hour?” Heather questioned over her phone as she went to grab her purse. “Why didn’t Fred come pick you up?”
“We told him to!” Daphne insisted. “We made sure he knew to come pick us up at four!”
“I bet he forgot,” Heather heard Velma say over the phone.
Heather sighed. “Okay, I’ve got my purse and I’m heading out the door right now.”
“Thanks, Heather. You’re a lifesaver.”
When Heather pulled her car up to the mall, she sent a text to Daphne to say she was there. When they walked out of the entrance, she honked her horn and stuck her hand out the window to wave it. They ran over and pulled open the doors to get inside.
“Thanks for coming, Heather,” Velma said gratefully.
“No problem. You girls okay?”
“We’re fine,” Daphne nodded. “I texted Freddy and said you were picking us up.”
“Good decision. Call him right now so I can lecture him about remembering things.”
Laughing, Daphne pulled out her phone. “Okay,”
#8:
“What are you kids doing here?”
The gang froze at the stern voice, and turned around to see a security officer behind them with his arms crossed. “This area is for authorized personnel only!”
“But we’re here to solve the mystery,” Fred tried to explain, hoping Heather would meet up with them again soon. She seemed to have a way with authority figures. “You can ask Mr.—”
“Yeah, yeah, sure. There is no mystery to be found here, Scarf Boy.”
“It’s an ascot—”
“I don’t care!” the officer pointed to the door down the hallway. “Get your butts out of here!”
“There you are!”
The gang sighed in relief and turned to find Heather making her way towards them. “I’ve been looking all over for you! Come on, we have places to be.” She got in front of her gang and flashed a smile at the security officer. “I’m sorry I left my nephew and his friends unsupervised. But I’m sure they told you they’re allowed back here. They’re trying to solve this mystery. And you are…?”
“… Just a security officer, ma’am. You’re sure they’re allowed back here?”
“Oh yes. The head of security said so, you can ask him.”
“Well, I will. Don’t let them out of your sight.”
“You got it,”
As soon as the security officer was out of earshot, Heather’s smile disappeared and she sighed. “You know, I should just start coming along with you kids for all of your mysteries. You get into more places when I’m here somehow.”
“Or like, maybe because she’s also like, an adult,” Shaggy guessed.
“Either way, thanks for stepping in,” Fred thanked her. “He was about to throw us out.”
Heather smiled. “Well, we can’t have that. Not when there’s a mystery to be solved. Have you found any clues?”
And with that, the mystery continued, with Heather in tow the rest of the way.
+1:
“Like, comin’ through!”
Starchild stepped to the side and raised an eyebrow as Shaggy and Scooby strode past. Shaggy had a tray of food in his hands, while Scooby was balancing one on his head. “What are you two doing?” he asked.
“Like we made some snacks for Heather while she rests,” Shaggy displayed the food tray to him. “Fred, Daphne and Velma are doing stuff for her too.”
Starchild smiled in amusement. Heather had gone with them back to Earth for an emergency situation, and had gotten banged up pretty hard in the ensuing fight. The gang had insisted on coming back to KISSteria with them to make sure she got enough rest. “That’s nice of you. I was on my way to check on her myself, mind if I join?”
“No problemo!” Scooby said cheerfully.
The three of them set off through the Temple to Heather’s bedroom. “What exactly did you make her?” Starchild asked.
“Well we knew she doesn’t like our triple decker Scooby Snack with ice cream and chocolate sauce sandwich,” Shaggy said, and Starchild didn’t even want to think about how unhealthy that probably was, “so like we made her Super Shaggy Sandwiches with less layers instead.”
“Rand riss ralls!” Scooby showed his tray to Starchild, that was laden with small oat and date balls with coconut.
“Right, Scoob, and bliss balls! Like she loves those.”
“That’s really nice of you, guys,” Starchild said, smiling.
Shaggy shrugged. “Well, like, she’d do the same for us,”
“Reah,”
When they arrived at Heather’s room, they stopped upon seeing the rope, wires, and other trap materials on the floor. Fred was standing in front of the pile, mumbling to himself. “The Van Buren Paradigm would work… but what if the person’s not an intruder and just wants to check on her…”
“Like Fred, what are you doing?” Shaggy asked.
“Oh, I’m just building a trap for Aunt Heather’s room,” Fred replied casually.
Shaggy and Scooby nodded, this clearly being a common thing to hear. But Starchild did not consider that a common thing to hear. “You’re booby-trapping her room?” he asked. “Why?”
“You know, so she stays safe while she rests,” Fred replied matter of factly. “Duh,”
“But what if someone just wants to check on her?”
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out right now,”
“Like, can we still get inside?”
“Oh yeah, sure.” Fred stepped aside to let them pass. “I’m just trying to look out for my aunt, that’s it.”
“No, I get that.” Starchild grinned at him. “That’s pretty nice of you, Frank.”
“It’s Fred!”
Starchild ignored him and followed Shaggy and Scooby through the door. When they entered, they found Velma sitting with Heather on her bed while Daphne was taking plants out of a cardboard box. “Like, we’re back!” Shaggy sang, setting his tray down on the table and grabbing hold of Scooby’s.
“Hey, boys,” Heather greeted. She smiled at Starchild. “Hi, Starchild. As you can see, my room’s been taken over.”
“I can see that,” Starchild laughed. “What’s going on?”
“I’m decorating this room,” Daphne informed him. “It’s too drab in here!”
“It’s simple!” Heather argued.
“It’s drab!”
Heather sighed heavily. “Fine, I don’t care,”
Starchild looked down at all the books stacked on the floor next to Heather’s bed. “Did you get those from the library?”
“Yep,” Velma nodded. “I figured I would get some reading material so she wouldn’t be bored.”
“With this many books, I’m not going to be bored,” Heather smiled at her.
“I’m also going to brush out and braid your hair,” Daphne said over her shoulder as she hung up paper lanterns with lotus flowers painted on them. “You never do anything with it.”
“If you insist,” Heather said, sighing and shaking her head. But there was a fond smile on her face.
“Like, we made snacks!” Shaggy said proudly, displaying the two trays. “We made sandwiches and bliss balls!”
Heather perked up. “Bliss balls?”
“Ruh huh!” Scooby nodded his head. “Riss ralls!” He licked his lips.
Velma stood up. “I’ll get you a plate. You stay here.”
“I can get it myself, Velma—”
“No. I’ll get it.”
Heather sighed and sat back on her bed as Velma went to get a plate for her. But an affectionate smile soon drifted onto her face. Smiling, Starchild went over to stand next to her. “Did you know Fred’s setting up a trap outside your room?”
“Yeah, he told me before he went outside. He insisted, said he just wanted to make sure nothing happened to me.”
“They’re all looking out for you,” he remarked. “They’re good kids.”
