The first thing Marianne bought was makeup. She felt completely naked without it, and felt even worse since they were out in public. The minute she bought it she stood in front of the store mirror and began applying eyeshadow and lipstick, in her favorite shades of purple, or course. She also got some foundation for Bog. The stubborn man still insisted on covering up his face with his scarf. She applied the foundation over the bruise, despite his protest, and explained that now if he tried to hide behind the scarf the foundation would come off and the bruise would show again. Bog looked at himself in the mirror; she hadn't done a bad job at all.

"Thank you," he said to her quietly, "but I'm not making a habit of this,"

"Oh grow up," Marianne remarked with a smirk.

The group's next stop was a clothing boutique, and Dawn found two dresses she fell in love with.

"Oh, which one should I get?" she asked Marianne, holding one up over her figure followed by the other.

"Hrmmm...they're both very cute…" she replied. Dawn turned to Bog, who was leaning against the entrance wall.

"What about you, honey bun?" she teased, "Which would you rather see me in?" Bog opened his mouth to correct Dawn yet again of the lack of their marital state, until he remembered what Marianne told him. He leaned back, smiling as sweetly as he could.

"I think you'd look lovely in either, sugar pie," Dawn completely flushed red, and Marianne couldn't stop herself from laughing. Bog was quick to follow. Dawn looked at her sister as she began to realize what had just happened.

"You told him, didn't you?" Dawn began to hit Marianne with the dresses. "MARIANNE! You ruined everything!"

"Ow! Dawn! Bog, stop her, she's your fiancé!" Marianne said between laughs. Bog came over, still laughing himself, and gently took the dresses from Dawn's hands. "Tell you what, why don't I get you both dresses," he said to Dawn. Her eyes lit up.

"Really?"

"Really,"

"Aw, shucks, how can I say no to that? You're the best, Boggy!" She yanked the dresses from Bog and headed up to the register.

"It's just Bog!" Bog yelled after her.

"I don't think that one's going away," Marianne said with a chuckle.

Next stop was a jewelry store, which made Bog groan.

"Why do they need jewelry?" he asked.

"Every girl needs jewelry," Plum remarked. Dawn and Marianne went straight for the rings while Griselda was looking at necklaces and Plum was trying on bracelets. Bog walked around the store, scanning over the jewelry. No primrose diamonds, he thought to himself. Good. Hopefully once the missing necklace was found the blasted gems would stay locked up where they belonged. Something then caught his eye. A pair of large, stud earrings carved in the shape of rose-like flowers. They were made out of a smooth, dark purple stone with leaves carved out of green jade. They were beautiful. A worker came over and asked if Bog needed help with anything. Bog looked back down at the earrings, then quickly moved his eyes to Marianne.

"Yes, actually," he replied.

After hours of walking around, the group took rest at a cafe, sitting at one of the cafe's outside tables. Bags and boxes sat at their aching feet.

"I can't remember the last time I walked this much," Dawn said, rubbing her ankles.

"Oh, sweetie, this is nothing," Plum replied, sipping on her iced tea. "Back when I had my mines, before someone took them from me," she frowned at Bog, "I would go trekking down miles of rock to make sure each of our stones were of quality,"

"I find that hard to believe," Bog remarked.

"Hey, I worked for this keister, mister," Plum said, rotating her hips so she could point to her bum.

"Oh my God," Bog put his face in his hands. The women all laughed.

"Oh, Plum," Griselda said, "Shouldn't we head back to that store where you saw that 'special thing'?"

"What? I said it would be a nice gesture, not that we should actually get it!" Plum shot back.

"Plum," Griselda said firmly.

"Oh, fine…"

"I'm coming too!" Dawn chimed in. "Marianne?"

"Nah, I'm good. Besides, one of us has to keep Bog company," Marianne replied.

"What are the four of you planning now?" Bog asked, incredibly suspicious.

"Oh just relax, we won't be gone long," Griselda said as she, Dawn, and Plum hurried off.

"This has something to do with me, doesn't it?" Bog asked Marianne.

"Don't worry, nothing bad, I assure you," she said with a smile.

"Well, I guess I'll find out soon enough, won't I?" he smiled back. Bog leaned back in his chair, then reached into his coat pocket. "I...uh….I got you something,"

"What, for me?" Marianne asked. Bog pulled out a small, velvet bag and handed it to her. She opened it, and inside were the purple flower earrings. "Oh, wow, Bog, these are beautiful!" she exclaimed.

"Good! I'm glad you like them. I figured I'd get you something as a thank you for making this trip less...strenuous than it could have been," He motioned to his face. "And for covering up the bruise. And for the breakfast...huh, now I feel like I should've gotten you something nicer…"

"Bog, I love them," Marianne said, putting the earrings in. Bog sighed with relief. "Well?" she asked, cupping the back her ears with her hands, "How do they look?" Bog gave her a smile.

"Much better on you than in the display case,"

She laughed, giving his arm a shove. "That was terrible,"

"I didn't think it was that bad!" He looked at her sternly. "You're not going to start making wedding plans are you?" Marianne let out a laugh, then put her hands together against her cheek.

"But darling!" she said in a high-pitched voice, "Don't you know receiving any gift from a man obviously means it's true love!" Bog laughed, then replied in an equally mocking tone.

"Oh, my dear, you've figured out my cunning plan. Come, my love! Let us get married this instant and spend the rest of our ignorant lives secretly hating each other!"

"Only if I have a string of affairs on the side!"

"I wouldn't dream of anything less!"

"Okay this is really stupid," Marianne said, stifling a laugh.

"It's true, though," Bog half-heartedly chuckled. Marianne looked at him with surprise.

"Did...did something happen?" Marianne asked carefully.

"I really don't want to talk about it, not unless I've had a precarious amount of alcohol first,"

"Oh. I'm sorry I brought it up then,"

"Don't worry about it,"

"Well," she put her hand over his, "regardless, thank you for the earrings," Bog gave her a small smile, putting his other hand over hers. Marianne smiled back, but her smile quickly faded when she noticed someone familiar pass behind Bog.

"What's wrong?" Bog asked, looking behind him.

"Nothing!" she said quickly. Marianne stood up, "Um...I'll be right back, okay?" Marianne hurried away from the cafe, pursing the person she saw. She went around a corner, and saw him waiting against a wall. "Sunny!" Marianne whispered loudly. Sunny turned, eyes widening when he saw Marianne.

"Marianne? What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I could ask you the same!"

"I'm waiting for someone," Sunny replied.

"Waiting for who? What's going on?" Sunny looked around before taking Marianne by the hand and leading her around into an isolated corner.

"Okay, look," he started, "here's the deal. Roland came around offering your dad help in finding this necklace. Of course, your dad agreed,"

"Of course he did, always had a soft spot for the pig…"

"So, I confronted Roland. Told him he needed me to find the necklace, seeing as I know where it last was. So now I got to take Roland to that place, he'll get credit for finding it, blah, blah, big hero he is, and we get Dawn back!"

"Wait, why do you need Roland's help?"

"Your dad lent him a bunch of mechs. That could come in handy where we're going. Speaking of, where have you been? Is Dawn alright? Last I heard your dad was furious about you running up and out like that,"

"Dawn's fine. I'm staying with her to keep an eye on her,"

"Wait, you're staying at the King mansion?!" Marianne bit her lip.

"It's...complicated. Just know that Dawn's all right and now she's got me, so don't worry, okay? Just focus on getting that necklace back," Sunny sighed.

"Okay. I trust you. But please, don't tell her you saw me; I don't think I can face her right now,"

"I understand. Thanks for updating me on all this,"

"Yeah, no problem. I should get going." Sunny began to head off, but stopped and turned back to Marianne. "Oh, and Marianne? I would call your dad and let him know you're alright. Might not want to mention the whole 'staying with the family rival' thing though…" Marianne gave him a thumbs up, and Sunny ran off. "Nice earrings, by the way!" he added. Marianne smiled, giving the earrings a gentle touch.

"There you are!" a familiar voice came from behind her. She turned around and saw Bog running up to her. "What was that all about?"

"Just catching up with a friend," Marianne replied.

"I thought it was something bad the way you reacted back at the cafe,"

"No, I was just surprised to see him, that's all,"

"Well, the girls are back from their little adventure if you want to head back,"

"Of course!" Marianne put her arm out for him. Bog chuckled, linking his arm in hers.

"Such a gentleman," he said with a laugh.

"I try,"

Bog was pleasantly surprised to find out the ladies had all chipped in to buy him a new set of fine tinkering tools, something he had been needing for a while. It was their way of thanking him for coming along on this little expedition. Everyone agreed that all in all today had been a good day. They gathered their things and headed to the station. Marianne stopped short, though, telling the group that she had to take care of something first. Bog offered to take her things while she took care of her business. She thanked him, handing him her bags and ran off to the nearest phone booth. She operated the machine as quickly as she could and waited for a signal, then dialed up her home. A servant girl picked up, and Marianne explained that she needed to talk to her father immediately. It didn't take long before she heard her father's voice on the other end.

"Marianne?"

"Hi, Dad,"

"Where have you been?! I've been worried sick! How could you run off at a time like this?"

"Dad, look, I can't talk long. I'm staying with a friend so I can keep an eye on Dawn,"

"Who is this friend? And what do you mean, 'keep an eye on Dawn'?"

"Dad, I really can't explain right now, okay? Just know I'm safe, Dawn's safe, and that everything's going to be fine, okay?"

"No! Young lady, you get back home this instant!"

"I gotta go. Love you, Dad,"

"Marianne!" She hung up. She felt bad leaving her father in the dark, but she had to. She didn't want her father jumping to any conclusions, much less act on these conclusions. She hoped that finding the necklace would be enough to keep him preoccupied. Marianne quickly ran back to the docking station and jumped aboard the airship. They headed off.