While Enid was in the house talking to Werman, Biddy was still pretty peeved that King Dice had cancelled on her, even though they'd just seen each other earlier that day! During the walk over to meet the other girls, Hilda tried to remind her of this, but she wasn't having any of it.

The two women eventually reached a small, grassy plain, where the other two participants, Sally Stageplay and young Pansy, both of whom were previously mentioned, sat. Pansy waved one of her gloves excitedly as she saw the two.

"Oh, Biddy, Biddy!" Pansy cried, embracing her friend. The twenty-three-year-old had always immensely looked up to Biddy, especially since she was the matchmaker who had brought her to her beloved husband. Biddy, however, began to feel apathetic toward her matchmaking skills, especially since she couldn't seem to make a match for herself!

"Oh, Biddy, since King Dice decided to go out with Mic tonight, I figured that I could stray away from the children a bit," Pansy said, cheerfully sitting back down. Her husband and King Dice had been friends since they were mere children, and the two enjoyed going out and gambling together so Mic could escape the drudgery of being a wife and father...and perhaps introduce his friend to some lovely ladies.

'Of course, proclaim it to the heavens! My name is Pansy, and I'm more successful than Biddy because I have a rich husband and three children! Forget you, Biddy, I'm two steps ahead!' Biddy thought to herself in a mocking way, but held her tongue. She was the one that let Pansy be two steps ahead. Besides, Pansy was her best friend. She wasn't going to be rude to her like this.

Pansy was prettier than her, anyway. Biddy had her long, uncontrollable, curly purple hair, Pansy...well, her head resembled a delicate, yellow hand-fan, laced with white ruffles and pink flowers. Biddy had grey eyes, Pansy's were a deep blue. Biddy had curves, Pansy was petite. Pansy could fit into the petite red dresses at the store while Biddy was pretty sure people thought she was fat. Pansy wore the newest and nicest dresses, Biddy's Victorian-style dresses were huge, all white, and all long. Pansy wore delicate slippers, and Biddy, who had big feet, wore her clunky Victorian heels.

As much as Biddy admired Pansy, and all of her friends, actually, it wasn't one-sided at all. Pansy liked Biddy's Victorian style, and appreciated the fact that she went with it, considering that it was all she could afford. The girls thought that the clothes fit Biddy's body type more than modern clothes did. However, what Pansy admired more was Biddy's character. Because Biddy was so sickly growing up, she spent a lot of her time reading, whether it be novels or her father's old medical books. She'd become a skilled writer over the years, and every week, Pansy looked forward to seeing a chapter of her novel, which was a dramatic, gothic romance between a young widower named Franchesca and her intimate, passionate love for her husband's former physician, Dr. John Applestein, published in the newspaper. Biddy, however, was shy when it came to her writing, and asked to be kept anonymous...even though nearly everyone in Inkwell Isle knew it was her. Pansy also admired Biddy's fierce determination, with both her love life and her novel. This is why she'd tried to convince her dear Mic to hook her up with King Dice at least once. Even if it didn't work out, she'd be able to say that she was with him.

The girls then went on to talk about their children and their general well-being. Pansy had three children: a seven-year-old son, a four-year-old daughter, and a two-year-old son...and she and Mic were trying to have one more. Sally, of course, had her twins. Biddy, though she had no biological children, had Cuphead and Mugman, who often called her the affectionate nickname of "Marmee," which was what four sisters that she read about in a book called their mother. And, of course, Hilda had Enid.

"Oh, Enid sounds like such a dear! I'm sure Mic would enjoy having her at the house for a few days. We could help ease her nerves, and I'm sure that John, Beatrice, and Albert would love to play with her," Pansy said after listening to Hilda talk to her about the dear child.

"She should be talking to my father right about now. I don't know if she'll be able to handle that crazy old man. His ideas have gotten so far-fetched recently...I don't know what I'm going to do with him! He was talking about how HE could be the one to find a husband for me, based off of my tastes. No matter how much I try to tell him that I'm working on it, he doesn't listen to me! Watch, he probably has a wedding planned for me or something! I'll wake up in the middle of the night and he'll drag me off to some church somewhere! How dreadful that would be!" Biddy said with a chuckle.

"Anyone that your father thinks you should marry would most certainly not be someone of your tastes. Most likely a bit of yours, but mostly his own...and, not to be rude, Biddy, but your father is quite old-fashioned," Hilda chuckled.

Then, Sally let her dramatic side out, which is a side that the dear reader will be seeing very, very soon. She took Biddy's glasses, put them over her own eyes, and pulled her hair down around her chin, as if she were forming a beard.

"Biddy, oh, Biddy! I've truly found a man that you'll LOVE! Since that King Dice fellow is five years older than you, I have assumed that you prefer older men! Don't fret, my darling, he's not that old...well, all right, he's sixty, but that's not that far off from twenty-five, is it?" She said, laughter erupting from all of the ladies.

"You're not wrong, Sally. Once, I asked Father about a potential suitor, asking if he at least had a nice house. My father, a triumphant grin on his face, replies, 'No, my love, but he has a splendid ship, indeed!' He acts as if I'm going to spend the rest of my life on a smelly ship!" Biddy chuckled, rolling her eyes as Sally returned her glasses. Now, it was Hilda's turn to pick on Dr. Kahl.

"Biddy! Biddy! You told me that you adore men with facial hair, so I'd like to introduce you to William! William's a chimney-sweep, so you better be prepared to clean the two-roomed shack he'll provide you with daily! Though, William's beard is nearly a foot long, so I figured that he would meet your expectations perfectly!" She cried. Biddy snorted, shaking her head.

"Well, I do enjoy facial hair, so long as it's well-kept. Men like King Dice, Mic, or even Father at least manage theirs. This man that Father tried to set me up with has an abysmal beard! It looks as if it's been submerged in the ocean for three days and hasn't been combed out in three years! It's surely the type of beard that everything would get stuck in. It would make me gag!" Biddy chuckled.

By this time, the women were just joking around. As much as Biddy hated to admit this, she'd much rather be with Hilda, Sally, and Pansy than with King Dice. Sure, she and King Dice were friends, but these women...were friends. She decided that this sudden realization wouldn't tamper with her sense of humor or her happiness. That would be for when she got home.