Poe, Lena and Webby were in the kitchen of Scrooge McDuck's manor preparing dinner while Mrs. Beakley, Donald, the boys and Launchpad were preparing the house. Scrooge and Magica were due home from their honeymoon soon so everyone was trying to make sure to have a big welcome ready.

"There!" Donald said, finishing hanging the 'welcome home' banner.

"Looks good!" Webby said as she and Lena came into the living room with a large bowl of punch and cups. They set the punch and cups on the table and looked around. Huey, Dewey and Louie were putting up balloons and streamers.

"You're doing great guys." Lena said, then she noticed the banner was crooked. "Uh, Donald, the banner's kinda crooked." Donald looked at the banner and grumbled as he climbed the ladder and tried to fix the banner.

"There!" Donald smiled triumphantly at the straightened banner before the corner he'd just adjusted came loose. Donald grumbled and put it back up, then it fell again. "Do you want some more tape?" Lena asked, holding the tape dispenser toward him. Donald just ignored her and continued to fight with the banner. "THERE!" He growled when the banner finally stayed in place.

Donald climbed back down the ladder triumphantly. Poe then entered to set the food on the table followed by Mrs. Beakley who had just finished cleaning the rest of the house.

"How's everything going in here?" Poe asked. "It's all going great!" Launchpad said happily, beaming with pride over his contribution, the dessert table, which had ice cream dripping off of it. "Launchpad, why is the ice cream sitting out in the open, without any ice or anything to keep it cold?" Mrs. Beakley asked, eyeing the table and Launchpad with annoyance. "Uh, the ice melted already."

Mrs. Beakley sighed in defeat and as she moved to clean up the melted ice cream Poe recited a few words, waved a hand and the mess was cleaned up and fresh ice cream in a thermal container sat upon the table.

"I still don't like this magic business, but I could get used to that." She turned to Poe. "Thanks." He nodded, smiling cheerfully. "Of course. Happy to help."

"I don't like any of this magic stuff either and I still think Uncle Scrooge-mhf!" Donald was interrupted by the banner falling down completely, landing on his head. He ripped the banner off his head and proceeded to rant as he tore the "No-good, stupid, piece of junk" to pieces.

"Looks like you've all been quite busy, I guess you didn't miss me at all did you?" Scrooge laughed as he and Magica walked in arm in arm. "No, it doesn't look like they're anxious to see us at all." Magica chuckled.

"Welcome home you two!" Poe said, giving his sister a hug. "Uncle Scrooge! Welcome home!" The boys all exclaimed as they rushed Scrooge and hugged their uncle. "Good to see you lads!" Scrooge returned the hug. "Welcome back Uncle Scrooge." Donald said, leaving the shreds of the banner on the floor and joining the boys in greeting their uncle with another hug.

"So? Did you have a good time Aunt Magica?" Lena asked, looking at her aunt curiously. "It really was a wonderful trip. I didn't manage to completely solve Stonehenge but I think I made some progress with some interesting theories." Magica explained, taking a cup, filling it with punch and taking a drink. "What about your expedition to Paradise Falls Uncle Scrooge?" Huey asked. "Did you guys find the mysterious and mythical snipe?" Louie asked. "As a matter of fact," Scrooge turned to the bags they set by the door, opened the large, beat-up duffle and produced a bird skull. "We found evidence of the bird's existence, a full skeleton!" He said proudly, tossing the skull between his hands like a basketball. "I'm going to donate it to the Duckburg museum, after it's been properly analyzed of course."

Mrs. Beakley looked at Scrooge in disbelief. "Mr. McDuck, did you really transport that skeleton in a duffle bag?" Scrooge shrugged. "I'm getting used to magic being a regular thing in my life now… it actually is useful now and again." "In other words," Magica started, "I used my magic to protect the skeleton because Scrooge didn't want to pay to have it shipped back separately." She grinned as Scrooge scowled. "What they wanted to charge was nothing less than highway robbery!"

Magica still grinned as she refilled her cup and filled one for Scrooge. "Ultimately, while magic may be a 'short-cut for hard work' it certainly is useful for saving money." Scrooge took his cup of punch and nodded. "Well considering who I'm married to now, why not take advantage of the benefits." "Oh really?" Magica's grin turned into an expression of mock offense. "Now I feel so used!" She said dramatically. Scrooge chuckled. "Okay, okay. Bad choice of words."

Poe laughed. "You two really are like two peas in a pod, I'm glad things are working out so far. Keep up the good work and we'll get to throw you an anniversary party yet!" Magica gave her brother a confused expression. "I honestly can't tell if you're being supportive or trying to insult us." Poe just grinned playfully. "You'll never know, Magi." Magica rolled her eyes. "Sometimes I wonder if you dropped as an egg." "You know, that's a really bad thing to say Magi; we were in the same egg so that would mean you were dropped as an egg too!" Poe chuckled and everyone laughed as Magica scowled at her brother.

"SHUT YOUR BEAK!" Magica snapped, red faced and Scrooge wrapped his arms around her. "Don't worry, even if you were dropped as an egg, I would still love you." "I hate you both right now." She deadpanned, expression conveying how much she wanted to slap both her brother and her husband while they sported satisfied grins.

"Is that true? You two were in the same egg?" Huey asked inquisitively. Magica nodded. "Yep. We're shared egg twins. I thank my lucky stars we're not conjoined… I don't think I could live that way." She once again was completely deadpan in her statement.

Now Poe pretended to be offended. "Oh, come now, it wouldn't be that bad." He joked. Magica rolled her eyes. "At times like these I want to slap your face enough, if we were physically attached, I'd probably kill you." Poe snickered. "Again, not the nicest thing to say Magi… especially considering such an action may have the exact same effect on you if we really were physically attached!" Magica groaned. "I obviously need to quit talking, I just hypothetically killed myself." At that last remark Poe died laughing, as did Scrooge and mostly everyone else in the room.

"Shared egg twins huh? Intriguing!" Everyone turned to see Gyro Gearloose and Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera standing in the doorway, Fenton holding an armload of gifts and Gyro's expression showing the wheels turning in his head. "Don't even think about it, Gyro." Scrooge said sternly, already knowing where the scientist's mind was going.

"Shared-egg twins are as rare a phenomenon as it gets…" Gyro said thoughtfully. Magica shot him a warning look. "You come anywhere near me with any of your scientific junk and you will regret it!" Poe took a step back and held his hands up. "I'm opposed to pain so I'd rather be left alone thanks." Gyro looked at Scrooge again and it didn't a scientist to read the 'I'll let the witch torture you if you even try it' in his expression so he decided that risk of his personal safety, and his job, wasn't worth it. "It's not like I would do anything invasive." He muttered.

"Uh, Here, we brought gifts!" Fenton said, changing the subject before Gyro could dig his grave any deeper. He handed the gifts to Scrooge. "We brought belated wedding gifts since we kinda lost the ones we intended to give you before. "Aw, that wasn't necessary, but thanks." Scrooge said, taking the gifts and putting them by their bags.

Gyro scoffed. "'Lost'? If you hadn't added the wrong chemical to my oil-less fuel formula and blown everything to kingdom come…" Fenton looked down, embarrassed. "I said I was sorry. Although, you really should work on your hand-writing and leaving your formulas in safer places." "Simpleton." Gyro grumbled.

Magica followed Scrooge and started opening the gifts; and asking Gyro and Fenton what each was. Gyro explained each of them; a hands-free mixer, an automatic money-counter, and a really hi-tech looking stereo system.

Scrooge had Mrs. Beakley take the mixer into the kitchen and Launchpad take the money counter into his home office. Donald then volunteered to set up the stereo. Until Gyro took over before he could smash it in a rage fit when he couldn't figure it out.

"So, what all does this thing do?" Scrooge asked, eyeing the stereo. Gyro then gave him a laundry list of things: "It plays records, cassettes, CDs, SD cards, Mp3s, Mp4s, Mp5s, FM, AM, records cassettes, burns CDs and functions as a karaoke machine."

"I'm not really sure I understood most of that but it's a radio that plays various music formats and is also a karaoke machine?" Magica repeated. Gyro sighed and nodded. "I guess being a sorceress you're not very tech savvy, are you?" Magica raised an eyebrow. "Not really, but if you're trying to insult me then you should quit while you're still alive." Gyro nodded again, this time with a slightly nervous expression on his face. He briefly looked to Scrooge who just looked amused and then turned back to finishing the last of the connections.

"There, it's all hooked up." Gyro stood back proudly as everyone eyed the new sound system. "Hey, we should try it out! Let's do some karaoke!" Webby cheered. "Why not?" Poe shrugged, his expression revealing his excitement at the opportunity to sing some more. "As long as Donald doesn't participate." Scrooge was now the deadpan one as he gave Donald a serious look. The boys nodded. "Uncle Scrooge has a point… you should probably sit this out Uncle Donald." Louie said. Donald grumbled and plopped himself on the couch as the Karaoke session began.

Poe took the first round, singing 'My Way'; then the boys took over and performed a Powerline song. Webby and Lena did a duet, singing 'That's What Girls Do' and then Gyro took the mic and tried, unsuccessfully, to rap. Then Launchpad sang the 'Darkwing Duck' theme, even when he forgot the words. Even when the words were displayed on the TV screen. Mrs. Beakley took a shot at some opera and Fenton proceeded to sing a lovely ballad in Spanish. Magica then decided to take a turn, mainly because Poe, Lena and Scrooge were bugging her to, and sang; in Italian.

Scrooge and the others enjoyed Magica's performance and as she told Scrooge it was his turn now, a devious grin spread across his face and he looked her dead in the eyes. "Scrooge…? Why are you- no. I already sang something just so you'd all shut up; I'm NOT doing it again." She said firmly, face a little red from embarrassment. "Oh, come on… it'll be fun!" He said, voice sounding somewhat pleading but eyes glinting mischievously. "Nope." Magica crossed her arms and stood firm. "You're on your own."

He moved over to her, again wrapping his arms around her and whispered in her ear. "But you sing like angel… please?" Magica's face reddened a little more and she shrugged him off, trying to remain firm on her decision. "Sweet-talk will get you nowhere Scroogie." She said, although Scrooge could tell her resolve was faltering now. "Come on… I'll make it worth your while dearest…" He whispered again. She looked at him curiously. "Do I even want to know?" She whispered back. He grinned and whispered something else in her ear and she sighed in defeat. "Fine…"

Scrooge grinned like a Cheshire cat as he and Magica took the two mics. "I'll ask you one more time Scrooge… please don't make me do this…" Magica complained. "Aw, you're gonna love it!" he responded as the music came on and he started singing softly. "We're like a branch and it's vine," "Like a drunk and his wine," Magica sang the next line reluctantly and they continued to sing back and forth, all the while Poe was clearly trying to contain his laughter while Donald just cringed.

By the end of the number Magica had gotten into the song and even smiled while singing the duet with Scrooge. "We go together, you and I…"

They finished the song and received a round of applause before Poe spoke up. "You two really do go together like a drunk and his wine, I just don't know which of you is the drunk!" Magica groaned. "Keep up the wisecracks Poe and so help me, I'll turn you back into a raven." She threatened.

Poe shut his mouth, made a zipper motion, then a motion like locking a lock and throwing away the key, finished with a praying hands gesture with a remorseful look. Magica just rolled her eyes. "Very funny."

"Sometimes you two remind me of another pair of twins I know…" Scrooge said, giving Donald a rare affectionate glance. "I'm nothing like either one them!" He snapped, crossing his arms and turning away. Scrooge chuckled. "Whatever you say Donald but the way you and Della would fight was still very similar." Donald just scoffed, huffed and refused to turn back to the group or say another word.

Gyro and Fenton excused themselves, Fenton because he and his mother had plans to catch the latest episode of their favorite novella once she got off work and Gyro because he had experiments he needed to check on at his house, something about a new genus of Venus flytrap, and honestly they both could sense the tension building at the mention of Donald's sister and didn't want to be in the middle of a clearly sensitive family matter.

Scrooge just smiled, a nostalgic and bittersweet smile as he reminisced a bit about his niece. Donald simply grumbled and muttered under his breath, trying to hide his emotions on the matter the whole time.

Magica couldn't help the smile on her face as she listened to Scrooge and observed the look on his face. He was both happy and sad thinking about Della, a tender subject for him, Donald, and the boys. He did look sweet with that smile on his face. Man, she really was a softy when it came to Scrooge, she inwardly laughed at herself.

Magica had come to believe that the worst kind of fool was a sentimental one after her parent's deaths but Scrooge somehow managed to turn her into one, or maybe he just made feel comfortable with having always been more sentimental than her sisters.

She knew that was one of the reasons that Poe was so eager to see her and Scrooge together, because he never denied that he was never cold-hearted and a complete softy in comparison to their siblings but she always denied that she was soft or sentimental at all after being teased and tormented by their sisters and schoolmates about it as a child. Poe knew that Scrooge could bring out Magica's softer side and that she secretly appreciated that.

After a few moments Scrooge decided to change the subject so Donald could calm down. He started telling some stories about his childhood in Scotland and his sisters and parents, inspiring Magica and Poe to share some of their stories, most of which included them being tormented by their elder sisters for various reasons ranging from being the unwitting practice dummies for their spells to being the victims of mean-spirited pranks, even an incident of Castandra wooing away a guy Magica was interested in as a teenager.

During the story exchanging Dewey got up and slipped out of the room without a word. Magica noticed this and knew the look on his face all too well.

Once she found an opportunity Magica excused herself and made her way to the boys' room where, just as she'd suspected, Dewey was sitting on his bed and looking at a picture, she assumed of his mother.

"Just as I thought. In here wallowing I see." She said, leaning in the doorway. Dewey looked up, a defensive expression on his face and he quickly shoved the picture under his pillow. "What do you want?" He snapped harshly. Magica raised her hands. "Calm down, I'm just checking on you because I can see you're having a difficult time."

Dewey looked at her suspiciously. "What would you know about how I'm feeling right now? Actually, why would you even care?" He questioned. A small, bittersweet smirk came on her face as Magica dared to step into the room and shut the door behind her. "I am your aunt now and I was being honest when I said you brats have grown on me… but more than that... I know more than you think."

He said nothing as she approached slowly, just watched cautiously and took note of the hints of uncertainty and unease in her demeanor as she finally sat beside him.

"You couldn't possibly understand." Dewey scooted away. "Poe and I were just a little younger than you when we lost our parents. I understand better than you think. It's very difficult to grow up without your parents, especially during these crucial and confusing years, heck even as a grown adult it can still be difficult." Dewey looked at Magica and saw the sadness in her eyes as she spoke. "Even when you have someone like my Granny or your Uncles it just isn't quite the same is it?" Dewey shook his head. "No, not really… I mean it's not like we really had a chance to know her but…" He trailed off. "It still hurts given the circumstances." She finished for him. He nodded and wiped his eyes.

Magica awkwardly patted his shoulder. "That's exactly why you should be in there with everyone else, listening to those stories… that's how you'll get to know her, through your Uncles and their memories." He smiled a little. "You're right." She smiled. "Trust me, I'm speaking from experience; it really does help to talk about it and…" She trailed off, rubbing the back of her neck and looking off to the side, feeling awkward about the whole 'comforting' thing. "If you ever want to talk… like this… I'll be here." She glanced back at Dewey who just hugged her. "Thanks… Aunt Magica."

Magica felt warm fuzzies when Dewey called her 'Aunt' and hugged her. She knew she'd now completely won over all three of the great-nephews but decided she wasn't going to hold her breath on Donald. He'd probably hate her forever but as long as he kept his resentment to himself, she could deal with it. Mrs. Beakley would come around soon enough, it wasn't hard to tell that she would appreciate another womanly touch around the house.

The warm fuzzies were intensified when she watched as Dewey ran back into the living room and Scrooge looked up at her with a grateful smile as Dewey asked to hear more stories about Della.

Scrooge had noticed when Dewey left, it was no surprise as he was the most sensitive about his mother, but he was surprised when Magica left and even more surprised when Dewey came back, in a much better mood, with Magica behind him. It seemed Magica did have more maternal instincts than he'd thought. He couldn't help smiling at the thought and reassurance it brought for his decision to marry the surprising witch.

A few hours later, after everyone had gone to bed, Magica and Scrooge sat at the kitchen table. "So, I take it you had a talk with Dewey earlier?" Scrooge asked. Magica nodded. "Yes; he actually called me 'Aunt Magica' when the whole awkward situation was over." She chuckled, smiling warmly. "Good. What did you talk about?" He asked and Magica explained about her parents. "Ah, I didn't know that." He said, taking her hand and gently squeezing it affectionately.

"I understand how Dewey feels, I took it the hardest of all my siblings since I was closest to our mother." She explained. Scrooge just ran his thumb over her knuckles and gave a sympathetic smile. "Thank you for talking to him, it sounds like it was just what he needed." "Of course, I mean I'm not exactly the best with children, or offering comfort, but I tried." She gave a crooked smile with a chuckle. Scrooge leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Well, I appreciate the effort and I think Dewey does too."

Magica's smile became more mischievous. "So… Scroogie about your offer earlier… I believe you owe me extra now…" Scrooge chuckled. "Right, I guess I do." He got up from the table. "And I always pay my debts in full." He said as he prepared her payment, then came back to the table with two bowls.

He sat the first in front of Magica and the second at his place. Hers was full of black cherry ice cream, three full scoops. His contained sea salt ice cream. Scrooge then returned to his seat, leaned over and sprayed a nice sized dollop of whipped cream on Magica's ice cream and topped it with chocolate syrup; then did the same to his own.

"Is that good enough?" He asked with a chuckle. "Not quite…" Magica grinned, got up, dipped a finger in her whipped cream, left a little blob on Scrooge's beak, then proceeded to kiss him; removing the whipped cream in the process. "Now we're even." She giggled as she returned to her seat and dug into her ice cream. Scrooge just sat, blushing for a moment, before digging into his own ice cream.