Hey guys. HOPEFULLY the chapter is fixed! Thanks J.J for pointing it out! Sorry for this kinda not good chapter... heh :3 I love all you guys who are contacting me about this story and keep the ideas going! I'll keep in touch with everyone who wants their ideas included, so let me known via e-mail/ private message and I'll get back to you ASAP.

Her hair was wavy, brushing her shoulders and her brown eyes softened and she threw her arms around him, embracing the boy who had disappeared for months. She had been terrified that they would never return.

"Wirt," she pulled away, wiping the tears from her eyes. She faced the younger boy and pulled him into a hug as well. "Greg..."

Greg hugged her tightly, and then said, "It's only been a month. Of course we'd return, silly."

Beatrice rubbed her eyes, drying her tears. Confused, she muttered, "A month? What are you talking about? It's been around five months since the two of you disappeared. I thought you'd gone back to the Other world and never return."

Wirt stared, astonished at her sudden proclamation. Five months? That must mean every month they were in the real world, five months pass here. He looked over at Beatrice. What-?

"Beatrice, honey, come give your friends some food."

The elder boy broke his gaze from the young girl sitting before him, and stood up and nodded his head to the woman of the house. "T-Thank you for the kind hospitality," he stammered, and Greg piped up about his joy of seeing Beatrice once again.

"But weren't you a bluebird?" The plump boy asked.

Beatrice giggled at the memory, guiding them around, thinking they were fools, but realizing they were something a bit more. She nodded, and Greg exclaimed, "Tell me of how you became a human!"

She sighed, and stood up to set the table for her siblings and their guests. Greg tailed her as she explained the story of Adelaide's scissors and breaking free from the curse. Intrigued, the Wirt listened in.

"Well, Adelaide's scissors were magical. You merely cut your wings and you're able to break free. Me and my family were able to break free pretty fast. I gave Wirt the-"

As she turned, the glint of gold surprised her. The teen was holding up the magical golden crane.

"You kept it...?"

Wirt nodded, then mumbled, "It verified that this wasn't all a dream. That you guys were all real. I wanted to know for sure..."

Before he could continue, Beatrice had thrown her arms around him once more. Greg's eyes narrowed, and he tapped his chin, a sense of déjà vu, thinking back to- "Lorna!"

Wirt stopped what he was saying, and turned to Greg.

"What of her?" he asked, surprised that he was able to remember the name and face so vividly.

Greg, excited, obviously happy about returning to the Unknown despite his horrific experiences near the end of the adventure. At the mention of Lorna, Beatrice had noticed Wirt's eyes clouded over a little bit. What had happened after they escaped Adelaide?

"Beatrice!"

The three jumped, sucked back into reality after the woman called them all for supper. She ushered the kids toward the already crowded table, and the brothers squeezed between two twin boys.

"Ah, hi, excuse me, pardon me," Wirt muttered, placed awkwardly with Greg partially sitting on his lap. The two boys dismissed the uncomfortableness, and were shouting and pushing each other while the girls brought the food out and went back to the nearby stove to retrieve some white platters. Wirt's stomach grumbled loudly, suddenly realizing that he'd been running most of the morning with no complete meal.

"O-Oh! Do you need any help?" the older boy stuttered, recognizing his rudeness and feeling bad for not helping out.

Beatrice turned around and looked him straight in the eyes, then sarcastically, "Wirt, take these dishes and make sure the design is facing the same way and it's towards everyone."

Surprisingly, the teen did as he was told, removing himself from the table and proceeded to take the plates from his friend, and she pulled them back, and he stood, hands out, ready to take them.

The two stood in silence, and then Beatrice broke out laughing, leaning forward as tears leaked out of her eyes. She spent a solid two minutes just laughing before she pushed past Wirt, standing confused, hands still outreached for the platters.

As she was setting it down, she mumbled, "Still the same as always, aren't you?"

Wirt, still confused, walked over and sat back down, asking, "What? What do you mean?"

Beatrice let out a small giggle, then replied, "A pushover, always doing what you're told."

Wirt let out a small sigh. This really was their Beatrice, wasn't it? As she set the table he kept noticing the little things that reminded him of the bluebird. Hey eyes, her voice, the same, snarky, annoying, lovable personality. As the meal began, the conversation level dropped, and everyone was soon submerged in their own thoughts.