"Why do they call it Halfmoon? Does it have half a moon?"

"No. In fact, they call it 'Halfmoon' because it is cut in half."

"Oh?"

Fumu had been growing fond of Marx's education, questioning him about anything at anytime, yet she never caught him by surprise.

What did it mean to be appalling?

Horrifying.

What was Kirby?

A less than 200 hundred year old puffball, which is literally a baby.

The square root of 49?

7.

Even questions she didn't know herself she asked, hoping to know the answer. Mostly about Nova, for instance how it granted wishes, when and how it was created, etc.

She even asked how universes worked, and she got quite an interesting answer.

There was a universe with not that much life in it. Their universe was called the 'Nintendo' universe, which consisted of planets that belonged to the Mario solar system, the Sonic solar system, etc.

Other universes were split into categories.

What belonged in a certain spectrum of genre was placed in one universe, while another genre was placed in another.

The only universe that wasn't allowed to visit other universes was the empty one, which was inhabited by humans.

It was basically impossible to visit others, which made them quite isolated. There were only two planets having life, Earth and what people called the Goldilocks planet.

Other universes included a planet like Earth, with human inhabitants, though they were used to the practices of the extraterrestrials in their universes.

"That's so interesting," said Fumu, gaping. "I feel bad for them, though."

"Oh, but they DO get involved in how our universe works," hummed Marx, balancing on his feet. "They get flasks of our everyday lives."

Fumu blinked and looked at the sky cautiously, which caused the jester to burst out laughing.

"They aren't watching us right now!" he howled.

"Then what do they do?"

Marx smiled.

"It's quite interesting indeed, but I'll let you find out when you're for added suspense."

"But I'll never-"

"Hey, if I found out, YOU can find out, too."

Fumu sighed.

"Where would I find information like THAT? Not in some normal book, THAT'S for sure."

But Marx didn't answer, a smile growing on his face. He looked around at his half-frozen surroundings.

"Halfmoon isn't ALWAYS cut in half. In some places, it can reform back into a whole. Right now it's a whole, and it'll take a LONG time to weather down back into a half planet."

Fumu looked intently at the ground.

"Marx," she murmured. "Tell me about Nightmare."

Marx blinked, then looked up at the sky.

"What is there to tell? He is a manifestation of nightmares, knowing only how to bring fear. He can also read minds which also makes it very difficult to defeat him, even WITH the Star Rod."

Fumu looked at Marx again, eyes wide.

"But... Kirby EASILY defeated him after getting the Star Rod. It was unexpected, though."

Marx glanced at Kirby, who was a few paces ahead of them, almost nervously.

"Kirby is a BABY WARRIOR. Babies don't think. They FEEL. They REMEMBER. And because of his warrior nature, he FIGHTS. You say you brought out the Warp Star out without thinking. If he read your mind KNOWING you had the Warp Star, he would blast you to oblivion."

Fumu gulped, hugging herself.

"But what about his words after his defeat? I heard it, but I'm not sure Kirby heard it. He said he would be back. He said no matter what, he was basically dreams, and he back. And he would hunt down Kirby, for sure."

Marx was silent for a few moments.

"The Star Rod has a bit of a secret to it," he murmured. "Even I'M not sure what it is, but... it's there. I know you'll find out soon..."

He glanced at Kirby again.

"It's quite fond of you. Tells me all about you."

Fumu lifted an eyebrow.

"Kirby?"

But Marx shook his head.

"Like I said, you'll find out. But I think you already know."

Fumu was going to say something more, but was interrupted by Dedede, who stopped abruptly.

"There it is, zoi!" he thundered. "Six more to go!"

Fumu could hear Escargon trying to correct him and trying to dodge his mallet as well, then turned to face Marx, about to question his origin.

But he was gone, squealing jokes from next to Kirby, watching him laugh.

He looks, Fumu thought, almost sad.