"I'M WHAT!?"
"HE'S WHAT!?"
Mother Nature whipped her head back and forth from the Guardians of Childhood to the Boogeyman. She knew this was going to be awkward; she just wanted to get it over it. She sighed.
"You all heard me loud and clear," she said in the best momtone voice she could.
"But ... you're serious?" Bunny complained.
"Do I lie, Bunnymund?" Mother Nature glared at Bunny.
"You've got to be kidding me," Pitch groaned, placing his face into his hands.
Jack smirked and put a hand on Pitch's shoulder. "Aww, c'mon, grandpa, it's not that bad."
Pitch glared at Jack. "It is when you're the grandson."
"Are you absolutely sure, ma'am?" North spoke up.
"Of course," Mother Nature shrugged. "Pitch is my father and Jack's my technical son. Which means that they're related. Pitch is Jack's grandfather, and Jack is Pitch's grandson."
"All of my offspring had to be good!" Pitch sighed dramatically. "Where did I go wrong in my parenting?"
"Maybe it's the fact that you never parented at all," Mother Nature giggled. Pitch only glared at her. She turned back to the Guardians. "Now, I expect you to let Jack and Dad spend time together - alone - every so often. If I hear any more word of a feud between you all, I'll come and personally intervene. Are we clear?"
They all nodded. Mother Nature smiled and waved a quick goodbye before leaving behind all of those confused spirits.
