Weeks had gone by as like seconds count in minutes. The realization that I was going to eventually have to reconcile with Globgor kept seeping through my thoughts any time I tried doing anything. Any stroll in the garden reminded me of what happened every time I looked at the red roses. Every time I sat around the bushes that bloomed the images of what happened cloud my mind, making me unable to appreciate the beauty. I didn't want to end my friendship however, despite what happened, I know I can't. Friends are so hard to come by, being the princess just makes people want to talk to you either out of obligation of because of an underlying hidden desire. I thought of a few former friends I had and like bruised petals on a daisy, I had quickly plucked them out. I can't help but just think of my uncle who was so extroverted and could make friends with anyone because of how they would have his back. No one ever wanted to do the same for me, except for a small handful of friends that included Globgor.

My mind started to trail off from when we had first met a couple of years back. It was when I had been taking a walk with a few monsters outside of Mewni grounds. When I first had started exploring the Rose Tower's shipping canal, I had gotten lost one day when I discovered an exit that had taken me out to the countryside. Lucky for me, a few frog men had been swimming nearby and had helped me get back to the canals. After that, I started to regularly come out those canals and meet up with them again and then they introduced me to more monster friends, before I knew it, I had more connections with monsters. Every time I enjoyed a laugh or a conversation with a monster, I couldn't help but feel so guilty. The echoes of my mother chattering and rambling about how heinous monsters were would distantly fill my ears. If they were so bad, why would they befriend me and be so willing to help me out? I had more individuals with fangs and claws be my shoulder to cry on that ones with perfect pearl teeth and manicured nails.

"Hey, were you at one of those concerts for that traveling songstress?" echoed the reminiscing of our first meeting. I had been humming the tune to my favorite song from a performance the day prior. Before I knew it, I had been imitating riffs and headbanging with a four eyed red monster. It was fun and I still remember Globby telling me how he hadn't spoken much to humans before. I joked how he should approach more for a conversation and he chuckled a maybe. Little did I know that his diet consisted of mewman people.

"Be very cautious around him, he's a pretty nice guy. However, you are basically as appetizing as corn to him." Warned one monster friend trying to ease the shock of realization. Globgor did seem very interested every time we talked, just not in the "I'm waiting for my meal", type of way. I'd be lying if I said I didn't fear for my safety every once in a while, but he's been by my side as his stomach growled and nothing. No evil eyes or smirk that he would attack, just genuine interest in our conversation and a smile.

All these moments that I remembered brought me more down, all I could think about was him and just wanting to talk. There wasn't anything in particular I wanted to talk about, I just wanted to hear his voice and be in his presence. However, those desires felt so distant, I knew I wouldn't get them unless I could patch up things with him.

My melancholy continued sending me spiraling down, until I saw a glimmer of light reach down at me. The time of day final had the sun enter my room and hit one side of my room, on my father's portrait that hung on my wall. That's it, I could go talk to him and get some advice. I know the most obvious person to go to would be my mother, but not even the father of her heir could sit on that throne. My mother didn't share that shame passion my uncle Jushtin did when he would look at Recluza. That glittering in her eye that my grandmother Skywynne got when my grandfather Gem-Robin was around. To my mother, she was indifferent if she had love in her life or not. Which was such a shame because my father really is a wonderful person.

I found myself skipping through the docks to the rhythm of seagulls cawing overhead as I threw corn feed around. I didn't even know when my father would be getting home to his seaside cabin. I'm pretty sure he must have errands to run, but I was impatient and only wanted to speak to him. The heat exhausted me while the smell of the salty breeze relaxed me. It was a pretty hot day; I shouldn't be out in this heat or I'll get burnt I thought. As I stood up accepting that I would have to come another day, I turned as was greeted by my father who had his arms full of grocery bags.

"Oh, I didn't expect to see you today." He said surprised.

"Huh? Oh, yeah I apologize. Here let me help you with those." I replied as I took a few bags out of his hands.

"Is there something going on?" he asked curiously.

"Why do you think somethings going on? Maybe I just wanted to stop by and say hi." I answered giggling.

"Well, I don't mean to intrude. But your mother may have mentioned something." He said nervously.

"Oh." I groaned as I tried not meeting my father's eyes. If I tell him anything he may go tell my mother and that could make a ruckus.

"It's fine, you know what happens between us stays between us. I know how your mother can get." He assured me as he opened his cabin door and we entered. "You can trust me. It is a dad's job to protect and comfort his daughter." He said as he hugged me. "Now, tell me what his name is and I'll go take care of him."

"Oh father, it's just a friend." I giggled.

"Hmmm, you sure about that?"

"Yeah. Besides it's something that he did that kind of made us fight."

"Well, what did he do?"

"Let's just say that my friend does something that makes me uncomfortable." I said anxious that I would accidentally give away too many details.

"Did you tell him it makes you feel uncomfortable?" he asked as he scratched his beard.

"He's well aware of it." I said as I took a pause and thought carefully on what to say. "But, well. He kind of needs to do it."

"If it's something like breathing and his breath stinks, he can practice better dental hygiene." my father joked as he went into the kitchen and set a kettle on the stove.

"Well, you're right, it's kind of vital for him to do it like breathing." I said nervously.

"Oh really?" He replied confused.

"Hm…let's look at it this way. He eats something I don't like, pig-goat." I fibbed unaware if Globgor really has eaten pig-goat before.

"Tell him to eat something else?" my father suggested as the kettle started to sing. "There's other dietary options, you don't have to settle for one type of thing." He added as he brought the kettle to the table and poured tea in my cup.

"I never looked at it that way." I responded as I looked down at my teacup and saw the deep brown drink swirl around as my thoughts did. That's it! I'll research other diet options and I'll talk to Globgor about it. I stayed a little while more and chatted away with my father. In a way I felt guilty, I was able to come to him for something that had been bothering me while I avoided my mother for it.