A/N: Because Bog and Marianne both hate riddles…Then, of course, nobody would suspect they communicate like this.

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Energy Potion

"A message from the dark forest, princess," a fairy servant announced by the door, catching her attention by shaking a piece of parchment in her direction.

Marianne heard. In a rush, she flew towards the fairy rather than just walk in the narrow corridor, knocking a flower painting off the wall with her left purple wing.

"Aw," she muttered, grabbing the edge of her folded wing after she seized the message. Dismissing the messenger with a cringy yet happy smile.

Eyes skipping, lips moving silently, she read BK's almost unreadable scrawl.

It was brief, just a list. For an—'Energy Potion?' Marianne thought. 'What da heck is that?!'

For the message was just this:

.

In need of these for an Energy Potion

Wilted blue flower

A prickly pinecone tower

Nutmeg and mace

Twelve strawberry case

Twined pine and apple

One red leaf of maple

Stalk of lavender, bereaved of blues

Eight snow flakes

Eleven rum cakes

Yellow bells boom bloom

One drop sweet sweat and doom

Unlit bulb of daffodil plume

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Then Marianne finally saw it—the actual message.

Each line, just the first letter mattered. And as she read it down, it spelled…I want to see you.

Marianne chuckled. The main and only ingredient of the Energy Potion was her and someone from the dark forest needed his dose of energy ASAP. She could definitely do something about that… But first, the trick is to fabricate an excuse, one that even her father wouldn't raise a fairy hairy brow.

Tea Blend.

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~xmas 2015~