Morgan was helping Sumia tend to her pegasus. Apparently, Morgan had a knack for it–her grandmother probably had something to do with it. Morgan wanted to see if she knew how to fly, but Sumia insisted on making sure she knew the fundamentals first before letting her take to the skies.

However, flight training–or refreshing–would have to wait. Her father caught up to her and dragged her away from prying eyes.

"Alright, Morgan. What was that all about?"

"What are you talking about?" Morgan acted innocent.

"Don't play innocent with me. You asked me to meet you for a late lunch, and then you inhaled your food at ridiculous speeds and bolted. Why? Did you think it would be funny to leave us alone?"

"I, uh, wanted you to get to know each other."

"Morgan, I appreciate you wanting me to get along with one of your childhood friends, but you need to know that I don't appreciate being put on the spot like that."

"Okay," though Morgan really interpreted that as she would have to hide her machinations better.

"Good, now you can get back to helping Sumia."

Morgan started thinking of other ways to drive them together as she did so. Perhaps through her mother…

"Hello, Lucina," It felt so wrong calling her mother by her name.

"Oh, greetings, Morgan. Did you need something?"

"I was curious as to how your lunch went."

"I see. We talked."

"About?" Morgan wanted her opinion despite knowing full and well what they talked about.

"Various things. The war. My future. My father's death."

"Is that all?" Morgan continued to pry. Subtlety really is not her strong suit.

"…We also discussed you and your potential mother."

"And?"

"I don't know who she is. You seem to be from another future different from my own. I cannot say who your mother is."

"Hmm, who do you think it is?"

"Like I said, I do not know. You are an enigma to me."

"That's no fun. You're supposed to at least guess."

"I, well, I would not know. I do not even know what kind of woman Sir Robin likes."

"Well, he probably likes the strong yet pretty types," Hint, hint, "But enough about that, let's have some girl talk; tell me about you."

"What about me?"

"What kind of guys do you like?"

"Um, I have not given it that much thought. I've been rather busy just trying to survive and lead my people."

"Come on, surely you have some preferences."

"I-I really don't know."

"Well, maybe you should think about it. Your prince charming may come sooner than you realize."

"I really do not think that is the best use of my time."

"We're stuck on a boat for over two months. What else is there to do," Lucina opened her mouth, but Morgan spoke first, "Other than train. Really, how much can one person train?"

"As much as I have to."

Maybe she needed backup on this one, "Just consider it. If you think of anything, let me know."

"Very well. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go train."

Morgan eyed her mother as she left. Yup, time to bring in some help.

"Chrom, sir, your highness," Morgan attempted to get the prince's attention, but her method of doing so brought back a faint image of doing something similar as a child except saying "Grandpa" instead, "Your majestical excellence."

"Okay, okay," Chrom put up his hands, "What do you need?"

"I want you to order your daughter to take a break."

"What?"

"She's working herself to death and she never has fun, but she won't take a break on her own so you need to order her because she'll listen to you. Hopefully."

"Uh, okay? She does have quite the work ethic, but are you sure it's that bad?"

"It's all she does! It's boring."

"Oookay? I guess I could talk to her about it, but I don't know how much good it will do. She seems stubborn like her mother…and me."

"That's why you should order her!"

"I'm not going to order her to take some time off unless it becomes a serious problem."

But what about your adorable granddaughter? Is that not an emergency!? She screamed internally, "Fine."

Chrom laughed, "I appreciate your concern. I guess I could see wanting to be friends with the only other time traveler in the group."

Morgan just grumbled on her way. If only he knew what she was trying to achieve. Would he have a problem with it? Eh, how could he stay mad at such an adorable granddaughter?

A/N: Minor edit to this chapter outside of author's notes.