Nick and Judy, Finnick and Mrs Wilde sat in Apartment 182, gathered around the coffee table with documents laid about. The two most important being, a deed of ownership for a shop on Cyprus Grove, and a registered trademark certificate on the pawpsickle ice-lolly.

"Okay," Nick said. "It was a tailor, the Wilde family going back to great-great-granddad were tailors, so I think that traditions got to be followed. I know some seamstresses and tailors who could do with a job,"

Judy rolled her eyes. "Of course, you do, Slick." Nick just smirked, then he continued, "But since Finnick and I now own the name and shape of pawpsickles I'm thinking part of the shop should be dedicated to selling them."

Marian chuckled. "You'd better be careful then not to spill the syrup on the clothes,"

"Yeah," Finnick said incredulously. "And possible risking our customers getting lolly juices on their freshly made suits?"

"We'll just have to package the clothes up. Maybe we can franchise into different shops later. But to start with Suit-topia will be the home of the pawpsickle…"

"Because no one else will give it a home," Finnick muttered. Nick crossed his arms and gave his business partner a faux-hurt expression. "Is that any way for my future manager to act?"

Finnick blinked. "Wait? Manager? Me?"

"Well, I've got the day job with Fluff protecting and serving. I figured since you've got the time and experience with our old hustles. Plus, you get your own apartment above the shop, rent-free, and fifty-fifty on all pawpsickle profits. So, no more sleeping in the van, if you don't want to."

Finnick's eyes narrowed, and his lips twitched. "Nick, I hate how much of a good salesman you are. I'm not going to say no to that."

"I know."

A knock came from the door. Nick got up. "I'll get it, don't trouble yourself, Mom."

Marian rolled her eyes. "It hasn't been a trouble for me for over a year. Nick's suddenly acting like I'm made of glass."

Judy took Marian's hand. "You're the only family he's got left. Plus, though he doesn't show it, Nick, I think, wants to make up for abandoning you."

"I can see that, but becoming a police officer, I feel it is more than enough."

"Hey," Finnick asked, "just a question. Since you've got an English accent, how come Nick doesn't?"

A throat cleared and Nick walked in with a large Manila envelope. "Actually," he said, his accent noticeable different. "I do. I just don't use it."

Judy's nose and foot twitched. "Wow, Nick, I didn't know your voice could get better," blushing slightly, as he sat down beside her, tails brushing up against each other, the bunny looked to the envelope. "Any idea what that is?"

"Don't know," Nick replied, reapplying his familiar voice. Judy put a finger to his lips. "Keep talking with your actual accent, Nick, it's working on me in all the right ways."

Nick smirked. "Yes, ma'am,"

Finnick huffed. "Jenner's teeth. You two are insufferable," the little fox moved some of the papers and pulled a television remote out. "Better put the TV on to drown out the mush,"

Marian smirked and shook her head. "I think it's sweet myself."

"You would," Finnick snapped back, before pressing the on button.

The telly on the wall started up and quickly displayed a ZOO network broadcast from outside City Hall. The image showed a podium outside the entrance waiting, the reporter, a Koala in a blue suit. With a laidback, almost sleep expression greeted the viewers, "G' day, everybody, I'm Brunt Woody. Reporting live from City Hall for the inauguration and first speech of Raquel Bagheera as the fifty-fourth Mayor of Zootopia. Our ZOO copter's following her escort making its way from her family home in the Rainforest District to here in Savanah Central,"

Underneath the broadcast a newsfeed scrolled, giving details on Professor Rattigan's trial by the Interpol Court of Justice.

The feed of Woody shrunk as the coverage started showcasing the soon to be mayor during the campaign. "As we wait, let's just go over how this young ripper got to be where she is today…"

Finnick rolled his eyes and lowered the volume. "As if we who voted for her don't know already,"

"I didn't vote for her," Marian said. "I voted for her running mate, Oswald Todd," she glanced to Nick, her son lazily undid the fastening of the envelope. "You voted didn't you, Nicky?"

"Sure did," Nick said. "You and Dad hammered into me the value of voting. My trouble is, whenever I look up the mayoral candidates and their parties, I find they're all terrible in their own way. Every time I figure out which one's the least bad and give them my one insignificant vote. In the slim hope that the other politicians and parties will look at the data if they succeed. And think, maybe we should move our policies into this Not Sucking thing many voters seem to like."

Judy took his hand. "Do you think it'll work this time?"

"Even if Bagheera and Todd are good at their jobs, I bet there's still enough clowns in the Assembly to sabotage them. I mean, the Loonies got more Representatives than Batley." Nick sighed and pulled out the contents of the Manila package. The fox's eyes scanned the page. "Inheritance?" he uttered. "The header is of His Majesty's Government over in England."

Nick looked closer at the documents.

The screen meanwhile showed a car pulling up to the City Hall.

Finnick raised the volume, making them hear the cheering crowds. The doors opened and out stepped both Bagheera and Todd. The new panther mayoress wore a suit which hugged her voluptuous figure like a glove. She wore her mane of hair in a beehive bun and sported an elegant pair of half-rim spectacles.

The new Assistant Mayor, Oswald Todd, looked a sharp and dashing, almost vicious blend of an arctic fox and snow hare, most notably a spindly yet robust build, the fangs, the sleek cotton brush. Dressed in tight, smart casual, Oswald shut his door, gave a grinning nodded the Bagheera, then turned to the press, showed a flash of his pearly whites and a two-fingered salute.

Judy blinked. "He's a lot younger than I thought. Also, I get the feeling he's going to have as many fangirls as Bagheera's got fanboys."

Marian then pointed at the screen, towards some figures on stage. "Look, Jack Savage is on security," the jackrabbit stood at the corner, posture stiff and ready as if coiled up, ready to spring into action. Mrs Wilde then indicated to the other. "And looks as though, Cardinal Brock is going to perform the oath of office,"

Brock stood waiting beside the podium as Bagheera walked up.

Nick suddenly blurted out, in his English accent, "They must be joking!"

Everyone turned to him. Judy stood up on the sofa. "Nick? What's wrong?"

The fox slumped back into the cushioned seat. "I guess my retirement plans have gotten a bit more extensive," he offered the first page of the documents from the envelope.

Judy took it and read it aloud, "His Majesty's Government have uncovered the wishes of King Richard the Lionhearted. As per the late King's instructions, Nicholas Piberius Wilde, son of John Wilde and Marian Wilde, nee Hood…" Judy glanced to Marian. "Your maiden name really was Hood?"

"It's a common fox name. Robin and Marian had twelve children, all of whom lived and founded their own families. Huntingdon, Loxley, Hood, Archer, Sherwood, Greenwood, Wood, de Courtenay, Fitzooth, Foliot, Todd, and Yeoman. In that order. From what I've read, the Huntingdon and Loxley lines died out, but both married into the Wilde family, while us Hoods have the most senior direct line."

Judy blinked, then shrugged and returned to the document. "Where was I? …son of John Wilde and Marian Hood is given the title and estates of the Earl of Huntingdon…" the bunny's ears dropped. "Sweet cheese and crackers…"