It's Friday! Life is good. The weather is nice here, my husband has (mostly) stopped coughing, my son is his usual goofy self, and we had hawaiian sloppy joes for dinner.

Tonight's oneshot pulls in a few different little moments I've wanted to write for a long time, but have never been able to figure out where and how to use. BUT NOW, my time has come. Insert evil cackling and ominous thunderbolts here.

This one's for you, DokuganyruSilvio and HLTHCR. Order up!


Just boarded.

Zelda settled into her aisle seat, making herself comfortable. She kicked her bag under the seat in front of her, popped her headphones on, and fastened the lap belt. Her phone buzzed.

Any exciting neighbors?

Zelda glanced around. A family with two schoolchildren, an old couple, a tired looking businessman.

An army of handsome, shirtless men. She added an emoji of a smiley face blowing a kiss, then grinned as she hit send.

A moment later, an answering text pinged onto her phone.

Sounds miserable. I'm green with jealousy.

The flight attendant stepped into the aisle and began the preflight speech. Zelda glanced down at her phone.

We're about to take off. Text you when I land.

OK. Love you. Fly safe.

Love you too. Miss you already. Try not to get seduced by any floozies when I'm gone.

A moment later, her phone buzzed.

No promises. ;)

Zelda powered her phone down, then watched the flight attendant give the standard spiel about exit rows, guiding lights on the floor, water landings, and so on. The plane began to taxi, bumping gently down the runway, and as the flight attendant finished the presentation, Zelda settled back.

The plane accelerated, going faster and faster. Zelda shut her eyes, breathing. She wasn't afraid of flying, but she didn't care for the sensation of liftoff. It always made her stomach feel like it had dropped into the vicinity of her knees.

And then they were up, ascending through the air. Zelda felt a smile twitch across. It wasn't a long flight to Gerudo Town from Castleton— a hair over two hours gate to gate, so Zelda turned her attention to her seat's console and settled in for the flight.

One very silly, very sappy rom-com and two plastic glasses of ginger ale later, they'd landed and were pulling into the gate at Gerudo Town airport. Zelda switched her phone on as the fasten seatbelt light clicked off. A moment later, her phone buzzed. It was Urbosa:

We're waiting in the cell phone lot. Text when you're off the plane. Can't wait to see you!

Zelda grinned and typed back:

Just landed. Should be off the plane in a few minutes. See you soon.

Then she typed a new message off to BOYFRIEND:

Landed.

A moment later, her phone buzzed with his response.

Glad to hear it. Going into warm-ups now. I can hear Mikau and Revali doing vocal exercises. Send help.

Zelda laughed and shook her head.

You're on your own. Deplaning now. I'll text you once I've made it to the house.

Zelda grabbed her bag and shuffled off the plane with the rest of the masses. The Gerudo Town airport was shiny and clean in contrast to the dusty desert outside the windows. Colorful paintings hung on the walls, and Zelda stopped at an airport kiosk to grab a cooling hydromelon drink before she threaded her way through security and out to the pickup area.

She hadn't been waiting in the wilting heat for more than a minute or two before Urbosa pulled up in her jewel-colored jeep, Riju hanging out of the passenger side and grinning.

"You're here! You're here!" Urbosa leapt out of the jeep and strode rapidly around the front to sweep Zelda up in a hug. She grabbed Zelda's bag with a strong arm and hefted it. "I'll put this in the trunk. Riju, give Zelda the passenger seat."

"Oh, that's not—" Zelda started, but Riju had already hopped out and scuttled around to the back seat.

"Get in, Bosphoramus!" Riju shouted as she clonked the back door shut behind her.

Smiling, Zelda obeyed. She tucked herself into the passenger seat, and as she settled in, Urbosa hopped back into the driver's seat, put the jeep in gear, and pulled out.

"How was the flight?" Urbosa asked.

"Fine. Uneventful." Zelda yawned, then took a swig of her drink. "I think I'll have a shower when we get to the house, though. Wash all that nasty airplane air off of me."

"Sure," Urbosa said. "What would you like for dinner? Any preferences?"

Zelda hummed thoughtfully. She regarded the landscape blasting by on the other side of the dashboard— the concrete whorls of complicated airport roads, and beyond that, gravel and cacti and steep red cliffs.

"I'm open to recommendations," she finally said. "As long as we go to that one kebab place you took me last time at some point, I'm happy."

"Kebabs," Zelda's college roommate confirmed. "Can do. Anything else?"

"I'd kill for one of your Noble Pursuits," she said.

"Alright. How about tonight we grill and do cocktails on the patio?"

"Sounds great," Zelda said. "Thanks for having me. I've been looking forward to this girls' weekend for ages."

"Please," Urbosa said. "It's no trouble hosting you. You're practically family."

"Yeah!" chimed Riju from the backseat. Zelda turned around to grin at her friend's little sister.

"How's school, Riju?"

"Good," the young woman said. "I'm nearly done with my senior thesis."

Zelda nodded. "What do you think you'll do after you graduate?"

"Dunno." Riju pulled a face. "Find a job, I guess."

"Sometimes the museum has internships open up. Do you want me to forward them to you next time I see one?"

Riju perked up. "That would be great. Thanks!"

As they drove back to the house, the three women chatted— the sisters told Zelda all about the latest gossip in their respective lives, and Zelda made suitably appreciative and amused noises.

Urbosa and Riju lived in an older house in a well-established area of town. The adobe building was covered in the typical colorful frescoes of the Gerudo, and the dirt yard had been xeriscaped with gravel, a few of the scrubby local flowering bushes, and a few palm trees. Urbosa parked in the driveway beside Riju's rusty red sedan, Riju grabbed Zelda's luggage, and the women hurried through the heat to the house, which was blessedly cool inside.

A small, yipping, storm-gray cloud met them at the screen door.

"Patricia, sit," Riju said. The little dog sat, its floofy tail wagging, the dumb pink bow on top of its head bouncing up and down as it panted. "Good girl. You remember Auntie Zelda, don't you?"

At that, the little dog lost all semblance of calm and sprung at Zelda, wagging madly, dancing happily on her back legs. Zelda squatted down to dutifully greet the tiny beast while Urbosa carried Zelda's little weekend bag off to the guest room.

"Can I take a picture of your dog?" Zelda asked Riju. "I'd like to send one to my boyfriend."

"Sure," Riju said. "Patricia, sit!"

The dog didn't sit. Zelda nevertheless managed to get a few half-decent pictures of the dog, then sent it off.

Welcoming committee. Made it to the house!

There was no reply, although that wasn't a surprise. Zelda checked the time and did the mental math for the time change in her head— he was probably getting ready to go on stage in a few minutes. Which reminded Zelda.

"Hey," she said as Urbosa emerged from the depths of the house. "If it's no trouble, I'd like to watch Traysi Talk tonight."

At this, Riju perked up.

"Yeah," the girl said brightly. "Champion Blue is on this evening!"

Zelda swallowed a grin.

"You like them?" She glanced at Urbosa out of the corner of her eye. The woman's face was deceptively bland.

"Like them?" Riju regarded Zelda as though she'd grown a second head. "They're my favorite."

"You should see Riju's room," Urbosa said, and Zelda knew from that too-neutral voice that there was something in there that Urbosa definitely wanted her to see. "It's a shrine to Champion Blue."

"Do you like them?" Riju asked Zelda excitedly.

"Yup," Zelda said, because there was no possible way she was opening this can of worms now. "Show me to your room?"

"Sure!"

Riju hopped up and all but dragged Zelda down the hall, Patricia prancing along at their heels. Riju opened the door to her room with a flourish and sang, "ta-daaa!"

"Oh… my," Zelda choked. "This is quite the decor."

"I know," Riju said, totally oblivious to Zelda's amusement. She flung herself down on her bed, gazing up dreamily at a framed poster of the band. Judging by the fingerprints and smudges on the glass, Riju spent no small amount of time fawning over Revali. Zelda resolved not to tell him that. It would make the great big peacock's attitude even worse. "I've loved them since their first single came out." She began to hum a familiar tune, one to which Zelda had long since grown immune.

"I saw them at DesertFest last year," Riju said. "They were so good. Have you ever been to any of their shows?"

"A couple," Zelda said. She was puttering around now, looking at the assorted Champion Blue swag that littered the room. A Champion Blue notebook was piled on top of Riju's textbooks. A Champion Blue t-shirt hung halfway out of the laundry bin.

Then she spotted something that made her grin. She swooped and seized them: Champion Blue plush dolls, one of each of the four band members.

"These are amazing," Zelda said. "Where did you get them?"

"A friend makes them and sells them online," Riju said brightly.

"I love them," Zelda said. "I have to have some. Will you take some pictures of me with them? I, uh, have some friends back home who'll get a kick out of them."

"Sure," Riju said brightly.

Zelda handed over her phone and posed with each of the plushies. She held Mikau up, making a goofy face; with Revali, she pretended to be too cool to care; she kissed the Daruk plushie right on its cheek; and the last plushie, she cuddled close, grinning at the camera.

"Can I borrow this one?" Zelda asked, reluctant to let it go.

"Link?" Riju asked, looking at the plushie. Then shrugged. "Sure, if you want."

"Thanks," Zelda said. Tucking the plushie of her boyfriend under her arm, she took her phone back from Riju and sent the pictures to a text thread labeled "Team Blue":

LOOK WHAT I FOUND!

A moment later, her phone bleeped.

Lulu: OMG WHERE. I NEED.

Zelda: My friend's sister! Knows someone who makes them. Who wants some? I'm buying.

Mipha: I'll take 2 dozen of Revali, please.

Lulu: Why do you need 24 plushies of your boyfriend?

Mipha: 23 are for him. The last one is for me.

Zelda grinned and put her phone away.

"I think your friend is going to have some more orders soon," Zelda said. Then she stretched, popping her back. "I'm going to take that shower now."

"Sure," Riju said brightly. While Zelda had texted, she'd fallen back on her apparent favorite pastime of fawning over her dog. "I'll go help Urbosa with dinner."

Zelda wandered into the guest room she used on visits to the Makeela sisters, smiling at the familiar surroundings. She wished she could stay for longer than a three-day weekend because she always had the best time in Gerudo Town, but between her work and Urbosa's work, it just hadn't been feasible.

Zelda pulled a light sundress out of her bag, grabbed her toiletries case, and made for the bathroom. She spent a long while scrubbing off in the shower, trying to wash all of the airplane crud off of her skin. Once she was clean enough to squeak when she moved, she turned off the hot water, combed out her hair, pulled on her clean clothes, and wandered barefoot through the house. The tile floor was pleasantly cool on her feet, and the burning charcoal grill in the backyard was perfuming the house with the wonderful smell of cooking meat and vegetables.

Zelda made her way out onto the patio. Patricia was running around in the tiny square of green that Riju and Urbosa called a backyard. Riju was playing fetch with the dog, and Urbosa was teasing her. Zelda sidled up to her former roommate.

"I can't believe you didn't tell her," Zelda said.

"What, and have her go into an apopleptic meltdown with you not here to witness? No way." Urbosa used a set of tongs to neatly flip a pepper she was grilling. "At least you're not dating Revali. She'd die."

"Revali's too arrogant for me," Zelda said. She plopped into a rattan patio chair and noticed a cocktail in a colorful glass tumbler. "Is this mine?"

"Yep," Urbosa said.

Zelda looked up at her friend. Then she exhaled.

"Really, Urbosa. Thank you for letting me come stay with you for a few days. I needed to get some space."

Urbosa poked a chunk of meat with her tongs and, apparently not satisfied that it was done cooking, pulled the lid back down on the grill and turned to Zelda.

"Is everything OK?" She asked. "You told me work has been frustrating lately but… Is there something else going on?"

"No," Zelda said. She took a sip of her drink. "Not exactly."

Urbosa arched a red brow and waited. A hot wind blew past Zelda, stirring the rapidly-drying strands of her damp hair. Zelda groped for an explanation.

"It's just a lot of pressure sometimes," she finally said. "The boys are all so private about their personal lives, which makes sense of course. I mean, they got so famous so fast. In two years they went from being nobodies sharing a tiny apartment to rock mega-stars. None of us were really ready for that. It's been such an adjustment. But…" She shrugged. "I'm tired of sneaking around. I want to go out in public with my boyfriend, like we used to. And seeing all the tabloids speculating about who he's dating, and whether it's this celebrity or that model… It sucks. I know he's loyal. I know he's mine. But it still sucks."

Urbosa nodded.

"Would this make you walk away from him?" She asked. "Is it too much for you to handle?"

"No," Zelda said instantly. "No. I love him. He loves me. I want to spend the rest of my life with him."

Urbosa nodded again.

"You want to get married."

Zelda looked into her brilliant green drink.

"I want to get married," she agreed.

"Woah, you do?" Riju bounced up, slightly out of breath from chasing Patricia. "That's great! What does your boyfriend have to say about that?"

"We haven't really talked about it," Zelda said. "He's… a bit focused on his career right now."

Riju made a sympathetic face.

"What's he do?"

"Dinner's ready," Urbosa said, clearly seeing that Zelda wasn't in the mood to share The Big News with Riju just yet. "Let's go eat inside. We don't want to melt Zelda on her first night here."

"Oh, no," Zelda agreed. "Definitely not."

They had dinner, and drinks, and dessert, and more drinks, and by the time that Traysi Talk aired, they were all giggling and well-lubricated. They piled onto the couch, blankets and pillows everywhere, Patricia in Riju's lap and the Link plushie in Zelda's. Urbosa clicked the volume up on the TV remote, and they watched.

Mikau, Revali, Link, and Daruk were wedged on the long sofa together, jostling for space like the young men they'd been when they started the band. Traysi drew out each man in turn, talking to him, asking questions about collective history, creative endeavors, and future plans.

It was nothing Zelda didn't know and hadn't heard rehearsed a thousand times, but she still enjoyed watching the boys react on camera. They'd fully slid into their stage personas: Mikau, the gregarious frontman; Revali, moody musician and guitar prodigy; Link, goofy bassist; Daruk, cheerfuly awkward drummer.

As the show rolled on, Zelda's phone buzzed. She looked down. It was Link.

Sweet freedom! Done with work. What're you up to? Free for a call?

Literally watching you on Traysi right now. I'll call you once it's over.

Do I look as awkward as I felt? Those studios are really cold.

Zelda sent back a kiss emoji in response, then turned her attention back to the TV.

"Now, you four are notoriously protective of your privacy," Traysi said. "What can you tell us about what's going on in your personal lives?"

Zelda hadn't known this question was coming, but none of the men showed surprise, so she supposed they'd been expecting it. They'd probably been prepped in the Green Room, come to think of it, and they already knew how they would answer.

Mikau spoke, as he so often did.

"Part of what helps us stay focused on our music is that we don't live this glamorous rock-and-roll lifestyle," he said. "Revali, Link, and I all have wonderfully supportive partners who have been with us from the beginning. The band isn't just a fun project for us. It's our career. When we come to work, we're focused, we have goals, and we never come on drugs or hungover."

The audience clapped at that. Traysi waited for a moment, then looked back at the four men on the couch.

"That's so rare," she said. "Usually with groups that get famous, you find that people really want to indulge. They want to spend their money, lead glamorous lifestyles, party a lot. But none of you do that. What do you splurge on? What's your one irresponsible spending habit?"

"Oh, Daruk has to answer that one," Revali said.

Link nodded. "For sure. Daruk's got the weirdest collection hobbies ever."

Zelda swallowed a snicker. On the screen, Traysi turned to Daruk with a patient smile.

"What is this strange thing you collect?"

"Well," Daruk said, doing his best 'aw, shucks' act, "I really like vintage gym equipment. The older, the better."

Traysi was grinning now.

"And what's the weirdest thing in your collection?"

"I have a mechanotherapy machine from about a hundred years ago," Daruk said. On the screen, a picture popped up showing Daruk cheesing next to something that Zelda knew for a fact was functionally a torture contraption. "It's this weird, old resistance trainer, basically."

"Mechanotherapy," Traysi said with laughter in her voice. "Bizarre!"

The interview went back to familiar territory after that, and a few minutes later, it wrapped. Then it cut to a segment that Zelda was certain had been recorded prior to the talk portion: The band, all at their instruments, standing on the stage.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Traysi announced, "I present tonight's musical performers: Champion! Blue!"

The boys launched into a series of familiar chords— their latest single, another chart-topper. Mikau and Revali crooned into the microphones. Daruk sat in the back, nodding and banging away. But Zelda kept her eyes on Link, looking incredibly cool as his hands slid up and down the neck of his bass guitar, thumping along in the low register.

Zelda glanced over at Riju. She was a little drunk, and was watching the band with starry-eyed admiration. Zelda couldn't help a small smile at the girl's worship. She looked back at the screen, watched the band finish their song— watched Link hungrily, missing him terribly, secure in the knowledge that at least she'd be back with him soon— and clutched her little plushie a little tighter.

The song ended. The host thanked everyone for watching. The show ended.

Riju exhaled heavily.

"Goddess, they're so dreamy," she said. "And so charming. Aren't they charming, Bose?"

"They seem like a nice group of men," Urbosa agreed, looking at Zelda.

Maybe it was the three Noble Pursuits she'd downed, but Zelda was seized with a sudden fit of inspiration.

"I think I'm going to call my boyfriend now," she said. "Mind if I do a cam call?"

Urbosa's lips twitched. "By all means," she said.

Zelda pulled up the cam call app, then hit the icon next to Link's name. BOYFRIEND marched across the screen, a little call icon jingling merrily as the phone rang on his end of the line.

Click.

"Hey!" Link's face popped up on the screen, grinning. "What'd you think?"

"It was good," Zelda said. "Not awkward at all. Hey, Riju? Wanna come say hi to my boyfriend?"

Riju peeked up, caught sight of the screen of Zelda's phone, and screamed.

"OHMYGODNOWAY"

"Sorry," Zelda said as Riju began to hyperventilate. "She's a bit of a fan."

"Clearly," Link said. "That's Riju?"

"OHMYGODHEKNOWSMYNAME"

"That's Riju," Zelda confirmed. She tilted the phone in the other direction. "Here's Urbosa."

"Hey, Urbosa. I've heard a lot about you."

"oHMYGODHEKNOWSMYSISTER"

"Likewise," Urbosa said. "I have to ask. What weird thing do you collect?"

"Zelda hasn't told you?" Link arched a brow. "I collect arrows."

"Arrows?" Urbosa echoed.

"So. Many. Arrows." Zelda confirmed.

On Zelda's other side, Riju was still hyperventilating. The girl was edging into wheeze territory.

"So how was it doing the show?" Zelda asked Link, standing up from the couch and moving over to a corner so that Riju could (hopefully) take the space and collect herself somewhat. "Was there any good food in the green room?"

"Muffins and bananas," Link confirmed. "Guess what I'm having for dinner?"

"Muffins and bananas, rather than the leftovers I lovingly labeled for you and left in the fridge," Zelda said dryly.

"OHMYGODYOULIVEWITHHIM"

"Riju, breathe," Urbosa ordered.

"Where's that dog?" Link asked. "What's its name?"

"Patricia," Zelda said. "Patricia, come here. Here, girl!"

Riju continued to hyperventilate. Zelda's lap was consumed by fluffy dog, which jockeyed for space in direct competition with the Link plushie. After a few minutes, Zelda caught Link yawning and stood.

"Let me go back to my room," she said. "You look like you need to go to sleep."

"Yeah, I'm tired," he said. "Aren't you?"

"I had a couple drinks, but I'll probably fall asleep soon," Zelda agreed. "The two hour time change is annoying."

She backed into the room and shut the door. "I miss you," she said to the little face on her phone screen. "I wish you were here."

"I know," Link said. "Next time you visit Urbosa, I'll come with you." He grimaced. "If it won't kill her sister."

"I blindsided her," Zelda said unapologetically. "She's a superfan. I'm sure she'll spend all day tomorrow grilling me, but…" She laughed. "You should've seen the look on her face. It was priceless."

Link grinned. Then he sobered.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Huh?" Zelda cocked her head. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know," he said. He shrugged, and the phone bobbed up and down as he did. "You've just been a little… determinedly cheerful today, and yesterday you were quiet."

"I'm just…" Zelda paused. She didn't want to lie to him, but this also wasn't a conversation she wanted to have over the phone. "It's complicated."

Link looked worried. "Are we OK? You didn't go out there to get some space from me, did you?"

"No, no," Zelda said hurriedly. "Goddess, no. I love you. It's just, all the fame and everything…" She paused, then shrugged. "Sometimes, I miss when we had a normal life."

"I know," Link said softly. "I miss it too."

They were both silent for a long moment.

"Thank you for sticking with me," he finally said. "Through all of this."

Zelda snorted. "Like you could get rid of me."

Link arched a brow. "I'll have you know that I was trailed home by an army of floozies," he said.

"Mm," Zelda hummed. "Maybe one of them won't mind picking up your clothes from the laundromat, then."

Link grinned, then laughed. His laughter faded, but affection remained in his eyes.

"I love you so much," he told her. "I miss you. And… when you get home, we'll talk about the fame stuff, and about how we can spend more time together. I know I've been busy lately. I'm sorry it took you going away on a much-needed trip for me to realize I've been neglecting you."

"Thank you," Zelda said, because it was true in a way. "That means a lot."

Whatever Link was going to say was interrupted by a jaw-cracking yawn. Zelda grinned.

"Go to sleep," she said. "I know you've got an early day at the recording studio tomorrow."

"Ugh," Link said. "Do I ever. Oh— Mia, come here. Say hi to mommy."

The camera dipped as Link knelt to pick up their cat. Mia looked unimpressed. Zelda cooed.

"Hello, sweet baby. I miss you."

Mia wiggled free and dropped out of the frame. Link's face swung back into view a moment later.

"Ah well. Cats. I'd better get to bed so she can try to smother me in my sleep."

"Good plan," Zelda said. "Text me tomorrow when you're out of the studio. We can chat some more. Maybe you can make Riju actually faint."

"I'll call you from the studio," Link said. "We'll get the whole band in."

Zelda snickered.

"She'll definitely die," she observed. "Alright. I'll let you go. I love you. Sleep well."

"I love you too. Good night."

They hung up, and Zelda looked at her phone for a moment, then sighed and padded back out into the living room.

Riju was clutching a Noble Pursuit like a protective talisman. Urbosa was rubbing her back. The college student fixed Zelda with a glare.

"I've known you how many years and you never thought fit to mention that you were dating Link Green?!"

"It never came up," Zelda said. "You've been off at school every time I've come down since the band got big, anyway."

Riju looked like she wanted to argue, then sighed.

"You're telling me everything," she said.

"Tomorrow," Urbosa added firmly. "Not tonight."

"Tomorrow," Zelda agreed. Riju looked for a moment as though she wanted to argue. Then something occurred to her, and she looked suddenly sympathetic.

"Ohhhh," she said in understanding. "No wonder you feel antsy. Nobody knows you exist, huh? He's all famous, and they don't care about your place in his life at all."

Hearing it put that succinctly stung. Nevertheless, the girl was right.

"We all know that the boys do it for our privacy and our protection," Zelda said. At Riju's enquiring glance, she clarified. "The other girlfriends and me. But it does suck sometimes."

Riju looked like she was about to explode with questions. Then she took a deep breath.

"Tomorrow," she said, "you are going to tell me everything about everyone in the band, and you're going to tell me about their girlfriends, and I swear I won't post it on any forums or fansites or tell anyone. OK?"

Zelda felt a smile twitching at her lips. "OK," she agreed.

Riju nodded.

"Good. Urbosa, Zelda needs another drink."

"Zelda needs another drink?" Urbosa asked.

"To catch up with me," the girl responded.

"Oh. Of course."

Urbosa went off and mixed said drink, though when she delivered it to Zelda, Zelda could tell it had been made much weaker than the earlier drinks. She shot a grateful smile at her friend, who paused and wrapped her in a hug.

"You can always come here if you need space," Urbosa reminded Zelda. "After all, we're family."

"Right," Riju agreed. "Family, even if you've apparently been keeping the juiciest secret of all time. But it's OK. I forgive you. You're practically my sister."

Zelda felt sudden tears springing to her eyes. To disguise them, she took a sip of her drink.

"Thank you," she said when she'd collected herself again.

And, feeling a bit better— feeling very hopeful, and glad for her friendships, and glad for Link, and glad for the clarity that time and space had given them both— she settled in for a long night of companionable ribbing and sisterhood.

Because, after all, that's what family was all about.


WOW This came out WAYYYY longer than I intended, but I got carried away.

Not every relationship is always sunshine and roses. Even the really great relationships have rocky moments, but if you love each other and are willing to put in the work, it's worth it. More than worth it.

And even though this is just a oneshot, I want you all to know that when Zelda gets back to the city, Link's going to propose to her. ;)

And that's that! Coming up next, I'll be mashing up a handful of prompts to produce the most hilariously awkward first date of all time. Until then, stay safe, stay inside, and WASH YOUR HANDS! Air smoochies to all, and to all a good night.