Hi guys! It's just Grace writing this one. I wrote this pretty randomly (it was really the first time I've even thought about this sort of thing) so it might not be very good. Also it's a one-shot, there will be no more chapters. I hope you like it!
Lemony Snicket rang the doorbell of the Baudelaire residence. Klaus soon opened the door and welcomed him amiably. Lemony stepped inside their sitting room.
"I'll go tell everyone you're here," Klaus said.
Lemony sat down and thought about how much had happened since the Baudelaires had returned from the island five years ago. Not only had Violet and Klaus grown into fine young people who weren't afraid to work to provide for and protect Sunny and Beatrice, but many of the villains had been dealt with and the VFD was able to relax slightly.
Violet and Beatrice entered the room.
"Uncle Lemony!" Beatrice said joyously, despite the fact that they had seen each other quite often for the past three years.
"Hello Beatrice," he replied. "Hello Violet."
"Hi, Lemony," she said. He had instructed the Baudelaires to call him by his first name because of the frequency of his visits to their home. "Sunny's finishing up dinner, she said to tell you she has made lemon meringue pie for dessert."
"She has quite the sense of humor," Lemony replied with a smile. "Have you finished the book I gave you?"
"Oh, yes," Violet said. "I loved it, it may be my new favorite."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. It was one of my favorites when I was your age."
"I guess we have similar taste."
"I suppose we do," Lemony smiled, but there was a sadness behind it that Violet didn't detect.
"Dinner's ready!" Sunny called from the dining room.
The trio arrived to find a delicious spread on the table. They all sat down to dinner and started a engaging conversation about their favorite novels. During this discussing Lemony reflected on the favorite books of his deceased siblings and was pleased to find Beatrice enjoyed many of the same volumes her mother had.
It was late before Lemony finally left. Violet was the last to say good-bye.
"Bye Lemony," she said. "Come any time."
As he closed the door behind him Lemony couldn't help but sigh and wonder how many other times during the course of the evening his daughter had called him by his first name.