*MC and Aurora have been meeting often in the woods, sharing stories—though mostly Aurora does the talking.*
Aurora: I’ve just realized—you haven’t told me anything about yourself or your family yet. I think it’s only fair that you share a few stories with me now.
MC: Oh… well… *smiles softly* I hardly know where to begin. My mother is extraordinary—and so is my other guardian. I don’t think I have nearly enough words to do them justice.
Aurora: You may begin by telling me what your mother is like.
MC: Well… she is the kindest and most beautiful woman I have ever known. I was only a little child—barely able to walk—when I first met her.
Aurora: Oh...
MC: *chuckles* Yes… I was a stranger. And yet, she welcomed me with open arms—even if she never quite said the words aloud.
Aurora: ...
Aurora: What a lovely woman she must be. I do wish I might one day have the chance to know her.
MC: Then you are quite in luck. My mother is eager to meet you as well.
Aurora: Oh my… now I feel shy. Have you shared any stories about me with her?
MC: Only the necessary things.
Merryweather: Oooh! I don’t like the look of that child one bit!
Flora: Now, what on earth is the matter with you? The child hasn’t done anything wrong.
Fauna: Oh yes! The child has always been so sweet and kind to our Aurora. I just know they would never do any harm.
Merryweather: Oh, this is exactly why it’s so troublesome when I’m the only one with any sense! No one ever listens to me!
Flora: Now, now, we can discuss that later. Aurora will be home any moment.
Merryweather: I’m definitely going to tell her to be careful with that child!
Flora: Oh no, you shan’t! It’s merely a suspicion, and there’s no proof. We won’t let that come between a friendship!
Merryweather: Hmph!
The minions: Welcome home…! Dinner’s ready!
MC: ...
MC: *smiles* I’m fairly certain I was told that you weren’t allowed in the kitchen.
The minions: Her Majesty is out! We… we cooked something… probably!
MC: Oh… did Diablo go with her as well?
The minions: Yesss! We… we gettin’ ready! Aurora’s big day!
MC: ...
MC: I see… it seems Her Majesty has no intention of including me.
The minions: You… you done your part! No worry… no worry!
MC: ...
MC: *smiling again* In that case, I suppose I should go check the kitchen. We wouldn’t want Her Majesty in a foul mood.
