It's been a while since the day Star destroyed magic. Ever since, she and Marco live in a small, stone house in a lovely prairie in Mewrth (this is the name of the omniverse's region that was formed when Mewni and a part of Earth merged).

Right now, Marco is out, working at the farm they own. Not the warnicorn farm that Star used to dream of back when she was a princess but rather one with normal, Earth animals. Even so, Star admits that life isn't half bad.

Anyway, the blonde girl is feverishly running around the house, preparing a surprise dinner for her boyfriend. Even though she no longer has magic powers, her excitement along with the power of a gag scene renders her able to move at superhuman speeds, almost invisible to the spectators' eyes.

She stops next to the table. 'Candles? Check,' she cheerfully says to herself.

The next moment, she has already moved to the kitchen. 'Corn salad? Check,' she says, momentarily lifting one foot in a cute fashion as she leans towards the plate. Moving around the kitchen, she keeps talking to herself: 'Corn pie? Check. Roasted corn? Check. Smashed corn? Check.'

She keeps speaking to herself, mentioning dishes that consist exclusively of corn. She admits that, when it comes to cookery, Marco is the real master. Even so, since she lost her magic powers, she has practiced a lot and she thinks she has become pretty good too. At least judging from Marco's comments. (Actually, Marco is sick of Star cooking corn based foods all the time, but he won't tell her, for obvious reasons!)

Star returns to the dining room table and carefully puts a rose in the vase. (An artificial rose, that is; be ecologists, kiddos!) Her cheerful expression fades. She lets out a sigh of anxiety. Will her efforts be enough to make the perfect date? She wants so badly to please Marco. He has done so much for her since they first met. She has come such a long way thanks to his influence. She feels she owes it to him to do something nice for his sake. Something really nice, not a gift card that will turn out to threaten both his and her lives. (Gosh, she still can't believe that a villain unintentionally saved them that day!)

Perhaps she should ask someone for some dating advice. But whom? Definitely not mom. It would be really awkward to talk to her own mother about such stuff. Definitely not Pony Head, who calls Marco an Earth turd. She needs the advice of a woman kind, good natured, mature, classy, experienced. Are you guys thinking what Star is thinking? Eclipsa!

Eclipsa and her family live at a wooden hut in a forest. She spends her days playing with Little Meteora, crafting and selling musical instruments of... umm, unconventional materials and of course playing herself some good music.

Right now, she and Star are sitting in the kitchen. Globgor is out collecting vegetables and other forest edibles. Meteora is with him. The two women are drinking some tea that Eclipsa has served.

'So, what did you want to talk about, dear?' she asks.

Star has a quick sip of tea (more out of awkwardness than because she really wanted to drink tea), lowers her eyes and blushes. So... how is she supposed to begin?

Eclipsa raises an eyebrow and smiles meaningfully. 'It's about Marco. Right?'

'Umm... yeah,' Star giggles, her eyes still lowered.

'First of all, don't cook any corn,' Eclipsa carries on, having already guessed the question. 'I bet he's sick of it by now, though he has probably never told you.'

Star raises her eyes, which are widened. Wow. This woman is good! 'Then... then what...'

'You don't know how to cook anything else. Right?' Eclipsa laughs, in a friendly way.

'No, I don't,' the younger woman admits with a sigh.

'Don't worry, my dear,' Eclipsa places a hand on the girl's shoulder and winks. 'We'll go to your house right now and fix all kinds of delicacies. Marco will be amazed.'

'You're a wonderful person, Eclipsa,' Star smiles, still feeling awkward. 'But... it's not just the food. I want to do something really special with Marco today. Something we have never done before.'

Eclipsa raises an eyebrow again. 'Such as?' she asks, though she knows full well what Star is talking about.

Star is breathing heavily. Now how is she supposed to word this? 'I want to... you know... fly a kite!'

Silence.

'With Marco?' Eclipsa asks for confirmation.

'Yes,' Star nods nervously. 'I'd be the happiest woman in the world if Marco and I flew a kite together today.'

Eclipsa caresses her chin and eyes the younger woman with a meaningful expression. 'You know, Star, flying kites is a sport that requires patience. Are you sure you are ready to fly a kite with Marco?'

'Yes, I've never been more sure in my life,' Star answers, a little intensely, but still in a friendly tone of voice. 'Marco is the only boy I want to fly kites with.'

'And, from your expression, I take it you're not very experienced in flying kites,' Eclipsa says, now having a more serious expression.

'No, I'm not,' Star lowers her eyes anew. 'I never... (gulp)... I never happened to fly any kites with Tom when we were a couple. And I have always assumed that, during the years Marco spent in Dimension X-103, where he physically grew to his 30s, he met a lot of interesting women and flew many kites with them.'

'Most likely, he did,' Eclipsa agrees. 'Though I'd advise you to never ask him. Even so, now he wants to fly a kite with you as much as you do. Right?'

'Right,' Star raises her eyes anew. 'But he must be so much more experienced than me at kites that I think he might end up disappointed when he sees how less gracefully my own kite will be flying compared to his.'

Eclipsa chuckles and gives her younger friend a hug. 'If you two truly love each other, your kites will be perfectly synchronized,' she whispers. 'And they will be flying together, with unbelievable grace. It will be magical. And I'm not referring to the kind of magic we destroyed recently. You'll see.'

'Thanks, Eclipsa,' Star breaks the hug, wiping a tear. 'I don't know what I'd do without you. I mean, Pony Head, despite being my best friend, is not suitable for advising me on kite flying.'

'True,' Eclipsa agrees. 'Pony Head cannot fly a kite herself, due to her anatomy. I mean, she has no...'

'HANDS!' Star snaps, anxious. 'She cannot fly a kite because she has no hands to hold it with. Isn't that what you were going to say?'

Eclipsa closes her eyes, places her hand on her mouth and laughs. 'Yes, that's exactly what I was going to say. She still has a mouth, though!'

Star blushes like hell.

'I mean, she can always hold the kite with her mouth,' Eclipsa explains.

'Ohh, that's what you meant,' Star sighs in relief.

'One more little piece of advice, sweetie,' Eclipsa concludes. 'The first time you... make a kite, when you try to fly it, it might be a little difficult and painful until the kite... fully opens up in the air. Don't be disappointed. Keep practicing.'

'I will,' Star whispers, almost inaudibly, in embarrassment.

'Oh, and be careful, because, sometimes, when the kite's edges are really sharp, they might hurt you in various ways,' Eclipsa suddenly remembers. Then she opens a drawer and produces a small box.

Star takes it, curiously opens it and gasps.

'These things are good shields,' Eclipsa says kindly. 'They will protect you from... kites' sharp edges!'