Planeptune's Basilicom had slowly fallen silent. The party had slowly descended from an orchestra of uncoordinated noise to an empty silence. Everyone had finally, finally fallen asleep.

Opening one eye to survey the room, Plutia's eyes slowly adapted to the darkness. Everyone was sound asleep. Uni and Nepgear had fallen asleep beside one another, with their sisters beside them. The Lowee family was bundled up on one sofa, with Blanc
essentially sandwiched between the twins. IF was smothered between Vert's magnificent bosom and Compa had rested her head on her lap.

The rest of the makers were strewn around the place; some a little closer than they'd consciously like to be.

Now was the time Plutia had been waiting for; she could finally spend some time with her precious daughter Peashy.
While Peashy had attended the Christmas party, she quickly exhausted herself playing a game of hide and seek with the candidates (And Vert.) and was escorted by Histoire to a guest room to nap. Plutia had a very special gift for her precious little child.
A week before Christmas, Peashy had seen 5pb. on the TV and was enraptured by the idol's performance. She begged and pleaded to be taken to meet her in person, to which the Planeptune crew always responded with an instant "maybe".

The truth was, rather than taking Peashy to see 5pb., 5pb. was going to come to Planeptune and meet Peashy. It was to be a surprise!
But that wasn't what she wanted to give Peashy right now. No, what she wanted to give Peashy now was a lovingly crafted 5pb. doll. It was much easier to make than any others, because 5pb. is an international idol and reference pictures of her are easier to find that monsters in a cave.

Plutia slowly and carefully lifted herself from the sofa, taking great care not to stand on Nisa, who had fallen asleep just in front of her. (Though, Iris Heart would probably to great to ENSURE she stood on Nisa)
Tip-toeing towards the door, Plutia was scanning the room to ensure nobody woke up. Not because she had anything to hide of course, but because everyone looked SO cute when they slept. Especially MAGES., who looked like an adorable sleepy teenager than a mad magician.

Plutia opened the door, closed it, and quickly made her way towards the room Peashy was in. Peeking through the keyhole to ensure she had the correct room, Plutia spotted her adorable tiny child.
Pushing the door open slowly enough to ensure it was silent, Plutia made her way over to the bed where her daughter lay.
Poke. "Peashyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy" whispered Plutia.
Nothing.
Another poke. "Peashyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy" asked Plutia.
Nothing.
One more poke. "PEASHY!" Plutia yelled.
Slowly but surely and with much hesitation, Peashy's eyes opened. Her face was wearing an expression of anger, but it immediately warped into one of glee when she saw who had woke her up.
"MAMA!"
Plutia was tackled to the ground by a yellow missile. Not that she minded, she honestly thought it was the cutest thing.
After about a minute of ground snuggles, Plutia decided to grab her daughter's attention.
"Peashyyyyyy, I have a present for you"
Peashy's expression of loving adoration immediately shifted to the most precious look of childish curiosity.
Plutia got back on two feet and leaned in close to Peashy. The closer she got, the wider Peashy's eyes grew. She was so cute when she was confused, Plutia considered herself the luckiest mother on Earth whenever she saw it.
Deciding she'd tormented Peashy enough, Plutia took out the 5pb. doll and held it in front of her. Peashy stared at it for a few moments, and for a split second Plutia almost thought this would backfire horribly.
All doubt was dispelled when Peashy grabbed the doll and snuggled it whilst chanting "I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT".
Plutia really did have the cutest daughter.