Author's Note: Hai. Sup. Yeah. Umm, quick little headcanon thing, Honeydew's bed is still over the giant head. Um yah not important stuff blllleerarhahr. Also INTER-DIMENSIONAL SHIPPING BAHAHHAHAHA

"Nnnnngh..." murmured Honeydew, opening his dark eyes to the friendly sight of the Jaffa Cafe's interior. The dwarf sat up and looked around, confused. He put a hand to his head to try and still the aching he felt.

Looking around, Honeydew saw Lalna, sleeping like a brick in his bed. Looking through the door separating them and the Sips. Co-ians, he saw Sips and Sjin dozing away peacefully. Now that was all well and proper... but WHERE THE HELL WAS XEPHOS?!

"Xeph?" Honeydew called out quietly. No answer. Honeydew frowned and tried to remember what he had been dreaming about. Lalna had built a weird portal... and then they had seen it, and... well, he had pushed them all in. Honeydew felt a smile tug his mouth up.

The dwarf eventually figured that Xephos was out working on the Factory. He tended to do that. Maybe the night just drew him in, reminded him of space. His home. Honeydew shook his head as he grabbed his diamond pickaxe.

That was a weird thought. Xephos... thinking about his home before him. Before Honeydew. Before Israphel, and Livid, and Sips Co. and just all this craziness in general...

Honeydew shook his head mentally to clear it. Stealing out into the night, Honeydew peeked around the front door before walking out.

A light breeze of nightly wind flew into Honeydew's face, and he shivered. He was so used to the underground, and yet his adventures in Tekkitopia had levelled his reaction to the surface world somewhat. That was good, at least.

The dwarf looked up to the towering Jaffa Factory, and squinted. Well, he couldn't see anyone on the roof, and - looking around - Xephos didn't seem to be flying around anywhere, so that was okay.

Honeydew turned to go back inside, suddenly feeling extremely sleepy, when something caught his eye. Turning, he gaped as he saw a scientist. Woman. A scientist woman! And she looked so much like Lalna! She was hovering around the brewery, working on the egg rollercoaster.

I never knew Livid had a sister, thought Honeydew, as he approached her. She looked friendly, but he wasn't going to try and flirt with her. That would be creepy. And Lalna was known to have a bit of a short temper.

Instead, Honeydew waved. "Um, hello there, friend!"

Lalna's sister looked around and gasped. She was really quite pretty.

"No need to be frightened," assured Honeydew, approaching her. "I'm Honeydew, of Khaz Modan!"

Lalna's sister blinked bemusedly. "Um, are you related to Honeysuckle by any chance?"

"Honeysuckle?" said Honeydew, confused. "Ah, no. Are you related to Lalna by any chance? Coming to visit, maybe?"

"Who?" The scientist now looked as confused as Honeydew felt. She shook her head. "Um, I think you're confusing me with someone else, sir... My name is TwistedTeacup. Ah, you can call me Talna."

"T-Talna?" Honeydew didn't know why, but his dwarvish instincts told him that there was something REALLY weird going on here. He looked at the Jaffa Factory nervously, as the memories of Livid's weird portal came flooding back.

Twisted looked at Honeydew, evidently concerned for the dwarf. Possibly for his sanity. "Um, d'you want to come in, sir?"

"Oh, you can call me Dew," replied Honeydew, forcing his voice to sound somewhat cheery. "And, sure! Do... you possibly have any jaffa cakes in that Factory?"

Talna giggled. "You remind me so much of someone I know... And, yes, I do! In fact, one of my friends have introduced to us someone who looks a lot like her... like a twin brother or something."

"Twin brother, huh?" said Honeydew, as Talna led the dwarf towards the Factory. In any other situation, he would have made the obvious connection instantly. However, all the dwarf was thinking of was the deliciousness of the soon-to-be jaffa cakes in his mouth.

Oh, and how Twisted looked cute in those goggles.

"This place looks so similar to where I'm from," remarked Xephos, looking around. "I mean... look! That pink lamp is even still there!"

Zephari followed her counterpart's gaze to the extremely annoying out-of-place pink lamp. She laughed. "Yeah, that's annoyed all of us. But we keep it there, just because we're all too lazy to change it."

"We have the same problem back home," assured Xephos, and they both laughed.

"OI! ZEPHARIES!"

The two space counterparts looked back, to be greeted by the as-ever grumpy sight of Sips-girl, Nips. She had pursed lips, punk-style cut dark hair, and (for lack of a better word) quite voluminous breasts.

"Listen, Zeph, while you and your boyfriend slack off, there's work to be done," scolded Nips angrily. "I mean, there's a Code Gold down at the bakery, for Score's sake!"

"Code Gold?" repeated Xephos dimly.

"My glowstone spillage," explained Zephari curtly. "Yeah, um, sorry about that, Nips. Suckle and Jacin should be cleaning it up, right?"

Nips snorted. "Really? Suckle? CLEANING? You may be right about Jacin, but Honeysuckle is stuffing her face with jaffas."

"As always," sighed Zephari.

"Old habits never change," added Xephos. "But don't worry, I'll clean it up for you."

Nips raised a thin, non-pencilled eyebrow. "Really? A guy pulling his weight around here?"

"We don't know many guys like that," said Zephari shyly.

The other woman snorted. "Oh, c'mon. Salty's the only guy I know who ACTUALLY does hard manual labour."

"I'm assuming that's your equivalent of MintyMinute," remarked Xephos.

"What, don't ya mean SaltySecond?"

Zephari facepalmed. "Erm, the whole 'alternate dimension' thing, remember, Nips?"

"Oh, yeah," said Nips. She shook her head. "Well, you best get your ass down there and get cleaning. It's gonna take FOREVER to get those sparkles out of the floor..."

With that, the CEO flew off. Xephos smiled slightly and turned to his counterpart.

"Thanks for the tour, Zephari, but I'm gonna go clean up now," said Xephos.

"You do that, pal," replied the spacewoman, smiling. "I'll go and find Twisted. She's been out a while."

With that, the counterparts separated, not one of them aware that a new player was just about to enter the game.