Iris descended the stairs to the antique shop after hearing a cacophony from the room.
"What happened?" Iris asked her brother who was holding a vase tightly to his chest.
"Fritz was here... At least nothing's broken," Mistel answered, sighing shakily, still not having recovered from the incident.
"Uh… where did he go?" Iris asked.
"I don't know. I was too busy screaming at him and saving this priceless antique vase from destruction! He probably ran out of the shop," Mistel hissed.
Iris looked around the shop a little and noticed Fritz was actually hiding behind a cabinet.
While Mistel nervously placed things back where they were supposed to be, Iris made her way over to the cabinet and whispered to Fritz, "Are you going to leave?"
"Mistel will kill me if I move," Fritz whispered back.
"He's distracted right now. Make a run for it," Iris suggested.
Iris and Fritz then quickly exited the shop while Mistel was busy. After they were outside, Iris asked Fritz, "What happened in there?"
"Well, it wasn't my fault! Your brother was the one who told me to stop by because he had something to say to me. And then while he was talking, I just got a bit distracted, it was an accident! Then he started screaming at me!" Fritz explained frantically.
Before he continued with his frantic speech, Iris said, "Oh Fritz, you're bleeding!"
"Huh? Really? Oh okay," Fritz said, noting the gash on his arm.
"No, not okay. Let's go to the clinic," Iris said.
"It's not that big a deal," Fritz replied.
"Don't be silly, we'll go right now," Iris swore and they walked away from the antique shop, Iris dragging Fritz along.
They arrived at the clinic but Marian wasn't there; Angela was still working though.
"Thank goodness you're still here," Iris sighed and pushed Fritz in front of herself.
"Well, well, I was wondering when you'd show up," Angela sighed at the sight of Fritz in the clinic once again.
"It's not that big a deal!" Fritz said but Iris pushed him forward again.
"Let's see what it is…" Angela muttered and started inspecting Fritz's injury.
Iris watched and waited the entire time while Angela cleaned Fritz's wound. Fritz started to feel nervous with Iris staring at them. By the time Angela was finished, even she felt unnerved.
Angela turned to Iris and said, "Did you really need to stay? Fritz doesn't need to be walked home like you're his mother."
"What did you just say about me?" Iris muttered.
"N- nothing! I just… You can both run along now," Angela murmured.
Fritz was ready to run off but Iris was slower to leave. She walked over to Angela and said, "You know, it's a little unfair that you have to work so much. You never really have a chance to get out and meet people."
"I don't mind," Angela replied.
"Oh, but I feel so sorry for all the people who don't get to meet you! You're so cute but you're always in that constricting nurse's uniform," Iris sighed, as though this was the greatest injustice the world had known.
"Excuse me? I… Did you just call me cute?" Angela questioned.
"Certainly," Iris said with a wink. "But you're a little too uptight."
"...Well, you're smothering," Angela replied.
"Hey! I was complimenting you!" Iris gasped.
"I don't mind being the way that I am! Don't tell me what I should do," Angela grumbled and walked off to do more of her work.
"I would never tell you to change," Iris murmured to herself and then left the clinic.
Mistel stood, gazing at one of the plazas of Oak Tree town, when Fritz ran up to him, saying, "I'm sorry about the other day!"
"I'm still angry," Mistel replied, not even looking over at Fritz.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Fritz wailed repeatedly.
"Hmm… I don't know if I'll forgive you," Mistel sighed, purposely looking away from him.
Fritz continued his heartfelt apologies, over and over, doing his best to get into Mistel's eye line. After awhile of this, Mistel relented and said, "Hee hee, okay, I forgive you."
Fritz's trademark goofy smile reappeared on his face and he hugged Mistel.
"All right, you've made your point," Mistel said and Fritz let go of him.
"So… you wanted to tell me something the other day… before you started screaming at me. What was it?" Fritz asked.
"It… doesn't matter. Not any more," Mistel replied.
"Wait, we're good, right? I didn't shatter our friendship beyond repair, did I?!" Fritz asked, panicked.
Mistel looked at him, sighed, and said, "No, everything's exactly as it was before."
"You sure? And you're sure you don't want to tell me whatever it was you were going to say?" Fritz asked.
"Yes, yes, it's all fine," Mistel replied.
"Well then… I should get back to my farm. I left a whole lot of work unfinished," Fritz said.
"Go on then," Mistel said, shooing him away.
Mistel watched Fritz race off and sighed to himself. He could hardly believe it.
"After all the times I messed him around, I was sure he tried to break that vase as revenge. But no. He really is oblivious to my teasing," Mistel murmured to himself.
Angela visited the antique shop one day and met with Iris upstairs.
"What reason do you have to visit me?" Iris asked her curiously.
"I wanted to ask you… You remember the other day when you said I never get out to meet people?" Angela said.
"Yes. What did you want to ask me?" Iris continued.
"Well, I, um… Do you really think I'm… uptight? Do you look at me and think I'm strict and… no fun to be around?" Angela asked.
"You're not really worrying about what I said, are you? I didn't mean to upset you! Wait, did you come by because you want me to help you loosen up? Get you a new outfit and the like?" Iris asked.
Angela shook her head furiously, then slowly she stopped and said, "Well… maybe. Do you think I would look better if I changed my style?"
"Angela, you're adorable. Stop questioning that," Iris replied. "Although… maybe we could do one thing..."
Iris reached over to Angela and undid her hair. Whoosh. Down fell Angela's hair.
Iris was taken aback. She stared at Angela in shocked silence.
"Um… Is it okay? Do I look weird?" Angela asked.
Iris didn't respond. She continued to stare at Angela.
"I knew it, it's horrible! Stop staring at me!" Angela yelped, covering her face with her hands.
"Wait, no! I was just surprised! You look beautiful, Angela!" Iris replied abruptly.
"I should be going. I have work to do," Angela snapped and ran out of the room.