“Hi, Mr. Mail-Twoll!" Flower babbled as he gave her a card from Bergen Town.

“Hello, Princess Flower," he greeted. “Where would your mother be?"

“Wit Dada," she replied. At eighteen months, her vocabulary was still limited.

“Well, give this to her when she returns, okay?"

“Okay!" Flower replied. With that, the mail-Troll left to continue his deliveries.

Flower looked out her mother's window and waited for her parents to come back. Her babysitter, Willow, was simply sleeping on the job.

“Mommy's home!" Poppy greeted as she entered the pod with Branch right behind her.

“Hi, Mama!" Flower squeaked with delight as her mother picked her up.

“Did you have fun while I had lunch with daddy?" Poppy asked in a baby voice. “Was the babysitter good to you?"

Flower stuck her tongue out and pointed at Willow. Poppy rolled her eyes and chuckled. She slowly approached the half-grey teenager and plucked a black hair from her head.

“HOLY MOTHER OF SNOZZBERRIES!" she screamed. Both father and daughter burst into a fit of laughter.

“Guys, cut it out," Poppy said. “I only did it because it's the only way you can wake her up without causing her to bruise or bleed."

“Yeah, but it still hurts," Willow pointed out.

“Sorry about that," Poppy said as Willow grabbed her bag and left. “Thank you for watching Flower!"

Poppy then noticed something tucked away in her daughter's hair and pulled it out.

“It for you," she said sweetly as her mother read it. Flower couldn't read, but she noticed that the card looked awful similar to the ones hanging on the wall.

“Huh," Poppy said. “Well, that's... consistent."

Poppy hung it up with the rest of the photos.

“Branch, Bridget, um, set another card," Poppy told her boyfriend, but he was occupied with... making weird faces in her mirror.

“What are you doing?" she asked, confused and worried. “Are you about to barf?! I'll go get a trashcan!"

“Wha... No," he answered. “I'm practicing my smile. You know, I'm new to this whole ‘being happy' thing."

“Oh! Well, here, let me help!" Poppy offered. “Smiles are my jam."

Turns out, making Branch smile was harder than one could think.

“What the... Your face is being very frustrating," Poppy groaned. Flower just giggled.

“What is the deal with these cards?" Branch asked, gesturing to the wall. “Monday, Friday... Sunday Mid-Morning?"

Flower was curious. What did those words mean?

“It's like, every since Trollstice was canceled, the Bergens... don't have anything to look forward to," Poppy said sadly. “I feel really bad for them."

Flower stumbled towards her parents and watched as her mother looked at the “Sunday Mid-Morning" card. What was all this about?

Suddenly, Poppy made a huge gasp and made a tiny squeal.

“Uh... uh, no," Branch said. “No, no, no. I know what that look means. You're about to hatch an elaborate plan which involves a lot of hugging, singing, dancing, and... glitter."

“You know it!" she replied excitedly.

“Okay," Branch sighed as he headed for the door. “Promise me you'll sleep on it before you rush into something like you always do."

“Okay," Poppy said simply. “I won't do anything!"

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After a good night's sleep, Flower woke up to see her mother's face smiling softly at her.

“Hi, mama," she said softly.

“Morning, my sunshine!" Poppy cooed as she picked her baby up. “Sleep good?"

“Mmm-hmm," Flower replied. “You?"

Poppy shook her head. “Not a wink. I decided the Bergens needed a new holiday, and who knows holidays better than us? We'll just give them one of ours!"

Flower nodded in approval as she was placed on the changing table.

“You like that idea?" Poppy asked. Flower nodded. “I knew you would. And this is how we're going to do it..."

For the sake of my readers (particularly branchandpoppy1305 and Atomochi), I hope I know what I'm doing.

I have reason to believe Rey is the reincarnation of Anakin Skywalker. 👀