"I got the mail!" Daphne called to the house.
"That's nice, liebling. What is it?" Granny asked the fourteen year-old girl.
"Junk, junk, the newspaper, and a Fairytale weekly magazine." Daphne answered, sorting through the mail.
"Could you give me the newspaper? I need to see the classifieds. You never know. Some of this stuff might be magic." Uncle Jake reached for the paper.
"In a minute. I want to see the special announcements." Daphne scanned the back pages. "Oh, oops. Here's your magazine, Granny." She handed Fairytale weekly to the old lady.
"Thank you, liebling." Granny opened the magazine and disappeared behind the covers.
"You're welcome." Daphne continued to look over the special announcements. "It looks like there's a wedding is next week, and Gulliver's Grand Grocery is having a sale on all special interest foods." Suddenly Daphne squealed and bit down on her palm.
"Ohglmos!" She mumbled around her hand.
"What was that, liebling?" Granny looked up at her grandaughter.
"I said, oh my gosh! The Musketeers Milk Magic is opening a frozen yogurt shop in Ferryport Landing!" Daphne squealed.
"Great. Now that you've read the special announcements, can I have the newspaper?" Uncle Jake asked.
"Sure." Daphne thrust the paper at him and kept babbling to Granny about the frozen treats. "And, I really, really want to go as soon as it opens. Please?"
Relda smiled. Even if Daphne was fourteen, she was still the eight year-old adopted child full to the brim of giggles and fun.
"If you can get Sabrina to take you." She answered.
"Thanks, Granny!" Daphne called over her shoulder as she raced up the stairs to Sabrna's room.
"Sabrina!" Daphne burst through the bedroom door. "Can you take me to The Museteer's Milk Magic yogurt shop next week?"
Sabrina looked up from her homework. "Slow down, Daphne! Now, why does it have to be next week, and I didn't know that this tiny town ha a yogurt shop."
"It opens next week, and this town has been growing since the barrier was taken down. You should have enough detective skills to notice that much." Daphne teased.
"I did notice, I just didn't think we were up to the level of needing our own yogurt shop. And, sure, I'll take you, but only on the third day of its grand opening. That way it will be less crowded." Sabrina hurriedly explained to Daphne.
"Okay."
"Daphne, I can take you to that yogurt shop now." Sabrina poked her head into Daphne's room.
"Yay!" Daphne squealed and grabbed her purse. "Can Puck and Red come?"
"I already asked Red, but she said that she wanted to do yoga instead. And if you want Puck to come, you ask him."
"Okay. Hey, Puck, do you want to go to The Musketeers Milk Magic yogurt shop with me and Sabrina?" Daphne asked.
"Daphne, he's probably in his room. There's no way he heard you." Sabrina smiled.
"What do you want to bet?" a voice said from behind her.
"Aahh!" Sabrina squeaked, and spun around, her hands curled into fists.
"Easy there, Grimm!" Puck put his hands up in surrender. "And of course I want to go. After all, it's a form of ice cream and it's food."
Sabrina shook her head. "Only you would sneak up on me and say that you only want to go because it's food."
"And, yet, I still want to go. And I want to drive." Puck insisted.
"No!" The sisters Grimm both shouted at the same time.
Puck pouted. "Why not?"
"Last time you drove down a dead end street, the time before that you got lost on the way to the grocery store, the time before that you parked in a no parking zone and insisted that i people could park there, so could cars. Then you got a ticket!" Sabrina remembered.
"Plus, you drive about a hundred miles an hour! And you break too fast!" Daphne added.
"They say that practice makes perfect, you know." Puck tried to reason with them.
"No!"
"I still can't see why I couldn't drive." Puck complained as Sabrina parked in the yogurt shop's parking lot.
"We told you. You are very, very bad at it." Daphne said, opening her door and startting to skip towards the shop.
"Besides, it was my turn." Sabrina followed Daphne.
"Turn, shmurn. The Trickster King shouldn't have to take turns."
"Well, The Trickster King had better learn to take turns." Sabrina opened the door and gasped.
"What is it?" Daphne asked.
"Do you see that list of flavors? There's about a hundred of them!" Sabrina said.
"And no one else in the shop to challenge our picking time." Daphne and Puck said together, grinning.
Sabrina started reading the list. "I think I'll have the strawberry yogurt." She said and walked up to the counter.
"Hello. Could I have the strawberry in a medium cone please?" She asked the employee, a dark haired teenage boy.
"Anything for you, Beautiful." He smiled, getting the cone out.
Sabrina smiled and thanked him. The boy handed her the cone. "Come again, and have a nice day." He smiled again.
Daphne stepped up to order next. "I'll have the Rainbow-Licious in an extra large cone, please."
"Sure thing." The boy filled the largest cone in the store with a swirl of color yogurt.
"Here you go. Enjoy!" He handed her the cone and Daphne paid.
Puck was next. "Um, could I have a combination of the chocolate, the strawberry, the cherry and the funky groove?"
"I've never tried that, but sure."
The employee swirled all sorts of different colos together, and handed the colorful cone to Puck.
"Thank you for your business, and here's your change."
As they left the shop to go sit outside, Daphne said "He was nice. But this yogurt is better."
Puck nodded in agreement, his cone already half gone. "So, that's a frozen yogurt store."
"You didn't know that?" Sabrina asked increduously.
"No. But now I do!" Puck grinned, his tongue multi-colored.
"Only you would learn something in a yogurt shop." Sabrina sighed, and licked her cone. "Oh, yum!"
"Yeah, so I learned something. Can I drive home?"
"You apparently didn't learn enough. And, no, you may not drive home. I like being alive." Sabrina answered.
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-The Irish Lass