I'm so, so, so sorry this took me sooooo long to write up!

I was very busy with exams and the whole "what am I going to do with my life" and junk.

This episode became longer than I thought it would be so I will be posting the second part as soon as possible.

Please excuse the grammar errors and I hope you enjoy :D

I also discovered that I was having problems with my link to my Wikia page.

So if you want to look it up please go to Google and tied in Fairytale Pretty Cure Wikia or Imari Suzukawa it should be there :)

Episode 11: |Welcome to My Home! Meet the Suzukawa Family!| (Part 1)

Imari is in her family kitchen. Whisking together flour, eggs, and sugar in a small mixing bowl.

Bukku is playing inside the fruit bowl on the counter beside her. Stuffing small berries to whole oranges into his mouth. He grunts blissfully and Imari can't help but grin watching him.

The fairy prince rolls over onto his back as he chews on a strawberry. "Tell me something, Suzukawa-san."

"And what is that, Your Highness?" smirks Imari.

"What the devil are you making~buku?"

Imari smiles, "It's called taiyaki."

"English, please~buku," snorts Bukku.

Imari pours the batter in a pan on the stovetop, "A fish-shaped cake, dumb-dumb."

"Ohhhh~buku," awes Bukku. "So, it's little a poor man's pancake~buku."

Imari rolls her eyes light-heartedly, "No way, little fairy. This is the king of all pancakes! It's going to puff-up like a mountain! Then, I'm gonna stuff these bad boys with chocolate!"

Bukku chuckles, "How fancy of you, Suzukawa-san."

Imari flips the cakes. "I just hope Fukumoto-senpai will like them."

The fairy prince nearly falls out of the fruit bowl, "Say wwwhhhaaattt~buku!"

Bukku topples out of the bowl. "Please tell me you are not going to visit the girl who turned her back on you when the Endingu attacked~buku!"

"Of course not," blinks Imari.

Bukku takes a giant sigh of relief.

"We both are going to visit Fukumoto-senpai."

The fairy flops onto his belly drowning in depression lines, "No way~buku. Why do I have to come~buku?"

Imari giggles as she packs the cakes into a red box and wraps it with a golden ribbon. "Well, first because this is your world we are trying to save. And, second…"

She smiles sheepishly at the fairy prince, "…I have no clue where she lives."

Bukku rolls his eyes. "And I know~buku!"

Imari narrows her eyes. "Well, you were at her house and you took the routine to my place. All we have to do it retrace your steps and boom! Casa Del Fukumoto."

Bukku grunts. "Why do you always have to make such great points~buku," he complains. "Fine~buku. I guess I don't want you making a fool of yourself trying to find Fukumoto-san's house~buku."

"Great!" beams Imari absent-minded to the insult. "Then, let's get going!"

"Neechan! Imari-neechan!"

"Eep!" gasps Imari in surprise. "My sister is coming! Your Highness, quickly! Play dead!"

Without a second thought, Bukku stiffens up like a doll with his eyes unblinking as Imari picks him up and props him onto of her cake-filled box.

Imari's little sister skips into the kitchen.

Her nose is high in the air sniffing like a blood hound, or like a metal detector. But, this detector wasn't picking up metal. It was picking up the scent of freshly made cakes.

"Oneechan!" bursts her sister. "You didn't make cakes without leaving one for me, did you?"

She sticks out her bottom lip with flashes her best puppy dog eyes.

Imari's eyes soften. She reaches into the box and pulls out one of the cakes. "Like I could possible forget my number fan of my cooking."

Her little sister's eyes exploded into shimmering sparkles and she excitedly stuffs her mouth silly with the cake. "Wow! It's like a chocolate-filled cloud! Mm-mm!"

Imari smiles happily, "Awesmazing! That's all I needed to hear!"

Her sister suddenly lets out a squeal of delight. Her eyes had landed on Bukku onto of the box.

"Wow! SSSOOO CCCUUUTTTEEE!"

The little sister snatches up Bukku and starts to spin around with him. "Cuteness overload! Oh, can I keep it, Imari-oneechan? Can I? Can I?"

A sweat drop around on the side of Imari's head. "B-but careful with him, sis. He's…very finicky."

Her sister holds up the prince fairy curiously. "He? Oh! You named him already!" She pouts. "But, I just thought of thee perfect name!"

She pinches his cheek like an old aunt and beams. "Rainbow Puff! Isn't that the best name, Oneechan?"

Imari bites her tongue from bursting out laughter as she sees the pure horror that spreads across the prince's face. "Only you can come up with such a name, sis. Actually, Rainbow Puff here can sing when you take off his crown."

Bukku glares at Imari with I-hate-you-so-much-right-now eyes.

It was totally worth it the minute her sister's eyes beam stars. "Really!" she squeals so excitedly that her voice cracks at the end. "Oh! Please, please, please sing me a song Rainbow Puff!"

Bukku has no chose, but to stay frozen as Imari's little sister takes off his giant golden crown from the top of his sweet little head. However, to keep any remaining dignity, the fairy prince stays silent.

The sister frowns at this, "Why aren't you singing, little guy?"

Imari picks him from her little sister's hands and gives him a violent shake. "I don't know!" she falsely gasps as she continues to quake the fairy.

Bukku wanted to rip her face off. She could see it in his eyes. "Maybe his batteries are dead. That's too bad. Maybe after a visit Fukumoto-senpai, I will by some new ones and see if he can sing for you later. Is that okay, sis?"

Her sister bobs her head sincerely. "You promise, Imari-oneechan?"

Imari puts her hand to her heart. "I swear it on this batch of cakes."

"It's a deal then!" her little sister smiles.

Imari places Bukku back on top of her box of cakes. "Well, we should probably get going then."

She bolts for the front door. "Onward, Rainbow Puff!"

One of the Dark Charm Knights, Thames, props his feet on the leader's desk and flips a lollipop into his mouth. He leans back in the plush, red leather chair that looked like it was practically sucking him in.

Thames was cool as a cucumber with no care in the world.

Linda, on the other hand, was not so chill.

"What do you mean when you said you didn't see the second PreCure?!" demands Linda slamming her hands angrily on the desktop.

"Exactly as I said," mutters Thames laxly. "No second PreCure sighting. Notta. Zelch. Zero. Honestly, Linda, I ain't seein' what the big deal is."

"Then you are a dimwit, Thames," snaps Linda crossing her arms. "The whole purpose of capturing the prince was to prevent him from finding the PreCure. Now, he discovered two!"

Linda huffs. "Or, at least there was supposed to be two."

She flicks her wrist and her dark magic throws Thames out of her chair.

He lands hard on his back. "Ow! Hey! What was that for, crazy?"

Linda dismisses him and sits down at her desk. She snaps her fingers and a mountain of books appear in front of her. "I need some space to continue my research. Maybe one of these books will tell us what happened to the Blue Cure. Or, more importantly, a new plan on how to defeat Cure Fable."

Thames sticks out his tongue as he takes to the air, "Reading. Ew. No thanks. I'll pass."

She doesn't bother to look up from her studies. "Then why don't you be usefull and take Xoanon. Go cause some havoc. The least you can do is continuing to collect power for Kuroizado."

"That will make Kuroizado-sama very pleased," she gushes.

Thames playfully bows, "As yah wish, Lady Smitten." He snickers cheekily, "Hehe. Kuroizado and Linda sitting in a castle, K-I-S-S-I-N-G."

Linda face turns beet-red. "SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND GET TO WORK!"

The boy chuckles as he flies out of the study, "Careful there Linda. You're startin' to yell like Xoanon."

Imari stands completely gobsmacked. Jaw to the floor and her eyes wide like two moons.

"This is Fukumoto-senpai's house!"

Getting past the whimsical iron gates and cobblestone pathway, the mansion looms over Imari and Bukku with its towering smooth walls, ivory-white columns, and the million square and circular stain-glass windows.

"It's, like, ten-times bigger than my house," gaped Imari breathlessly.

Bukku shrugs, "Nah~buku. My castle is bigger~buku."

Imari sighs, "Right. This probably makes you feel right at home."

She steps up to the elegant white and dark silver brick walls that hugs the mansion. Imari couldn't deny that it was pretty intimidating as the iron gates claw out of the walls, closing her out, as if they were subconsciously telling her that she didn't belong there.

Imari tries to swallow the lump in her throat. She spots the intercom encased in the wall. "Well, here goes nothing, I guess."

She presses one of the buttons on the intercom.

It makes a surprise loud beep that makes Imari jump back in surprise.

"Good evening, this is the Fukumoto estate. Please, state your name and your appointment."

Imari looks down at Bukku. He nods for her to continue.

"U-uh…" stammers Imari into the intercom, "M-my name is Imari Suzukawa and...Um…I'm here to see Tomoka. I…I brought cake!"

The intercom shuts off.

Imari looks down at Bukku in surprise. "D-did I say something wrong?"

"You don't want me to answer that~buku."

Unexpectedly, the iron gates stings open.

A man in an all black dress suit steps out from behind and Imari almost keeled over in astonishment.

Right before her was the top doctor in Yūkibarano. Tomoka's father. Moriki Fukumoto.

A tall man with a strong, upright posture, well-groomed deep brown hair, and knowledgeable, narrow dark grey eyes that have seen more good and bad than Imari could ever imagine.

Imari bows her head in a fluster. "Fukumoto-sensei, it's an honour."

Moriki points up his nose in response, but does not reply in words.

She quickly lifts up her box. "I…um…I was hoping to see your daughter, Tomoka. If I could."

Moriki's eyes are like ice as he stares Imari down making her feel smaller than a fearful mouse. "My daughter is not here," Moriki says blankly. "She has her Fan Dance class today."

"Oh," murmurs Imari in disappointment. "I see."

She shakes it off and holds out the package. "If it's okay, maybe you can give my gift to Tomoka and just let her known I came by?"

Moriki nods, "Yes, of course."

He takes the cakes from Imari and she beams brightly. "Thank you so much!" she chimes taking Bukku of the box and holding him like a stuffed animal in her arms.

Imari bows respectfully again and, without another word, Moriki turns around and heads back into his mansion.

"U-um…h-have a wonderful day, Fukumoto-sensei!" Imari calls after him as the iron gates close in her face.

Moriki didn't turn around to acknowledge this as the front doors of his house open and shut behind him.

Bukku snorts. "I can see where Fukumoto-san gets her cold-nature from now~buku."

Imari shakes it off. "No. I'm sure Fukumoto-sensei just has better things to do then walking around with a box of fish pancakes."

"Well, you did all you can do~buku," comments the fairy prince climbing up to lay down on top of his partner's head. "All we can do is wait and see if Fukumoto-san wishes to make amends~buku."

"Yep," Imari grins as she spins around on her heel. "Now, who wants to go home and sing to my little sister?"

"Not for all the money that Fukumoto-san's mansion is worth~buku."

A butler meets Moriki at the door, "Moriki-sama, who was that?"

"That is none of your concern," snaps Moriki. "I pay you to clean, not ask questions."

"Yes, sir," mumbles the butler looking down at the ground.

"Now do something useful," mutters Moriki, "and fetch me a garbage bin."

The butler opens his mouth, but bites it shut. He bows away and speeds back with a small silver garbage can.

Moriki opens up the box. He takes one look at the fish-shape cakes and sneers, "Peasant trash," he tisks, "belongs in the trash."

Moriki throws Imari's cakes into the garbage.

Tomoka arrives home and closes the front door behind her. She starts fussing with untying the sash of her kimono. She huffs irritated and ends up dropping her fans in the spat.

Tomoka groans annoyed, "Seriously, you stupid fans."

As she reaches for her fans, the butler swiftly picks them up. "You know Tomo—Fukumoto, you should be more careful with your tone. Your spouts of anger aren't very lady-like."

Tomoka snatches her fans away from the butler. "Just fetch me one of the maids to help me out of this kimono, please."

The butler smirks, "Of course, Fukumoto."

He leaves and Tomoka steps out from the hallway of the front door.

She starts inching herself towards the staircase to her bedroom when Tomoka abruptly spots something out of the corner of her eye.

What the…?

There was a petite red box sticking out of one of the garbage cans. It was clean and untouched with a golden bow wrapped onto which remained intact. It looked like it was wrapped and put together with love and care.

Why the heck is this in the trash? Tomoka thinks as she scuffles in her kimono over the garbage bin. They look perfectly fine to me.

She reaches down and picks up the box and is taken aback to feel that the box was warm.

A maid pops her head out from behind a wall as she enters the room. "Tomoka-sama?! What on earth are you going picking garbage out of the trash?!"

But, Tomoka didn't hear the maid; she was absorbed by the sweetly wrapped box. She started examining it from top-to-bottom.

Then, Tomoka acknowledged the writing on the lid of the box.

Bell-Bell Café.

"Bell-Bell…Café?" Tomoka echoes out loud. "Where…have I heard that name before…?"

It suddenly clicks inside of Tomoka's head.

"Do you know where she could be?"

The day he and Tomoka first met.

"Yes~buku!" gasps Bukku.

The first time she became a Pretty Cure.

"She lives above her parents' café~buku. Bell-Bell Café!"

"Suzukawa!" squeaks Tomoka blinking in surprise. "T-this is from Suzukawa! S-Suzukawa was here!"

Without hesitation, Tomoka opens up the box like a flash and peeks inside.

Tomoka went silent.

The maid walks up to her mistress with a worried look, "Tomoka-sama? What's wrong?"

Tomoka lifts her head and the maid opens her mouth in surprise, but no words manage to escape.

Her behind her glasses her light blue eyes are watery sparkles and a gentle smile shimmers on her face.

"There…cakes," she dazzles breathlessly, "taiyaki."

The maid bats her eyelids puzzled as Tomoka reaches in a pulls out one of the fluffy cakes. "T-Tomoka-sama, please don't eat that! You don't know how long they've been in there!"

Tomoka ignores the maid and takes a bite anyway. For once, she didn't care and sunk her teeth into the soft cake. She peeps in amazement as the surprising taste of creamy milk chocolate hits her tongue.

She licks her lips and beams. "It's absolutely delicious!"

But, just as fast as the smiles appeared, it fades into a frown.

"Tomoka-sama?" murmurs the maid in confusion. "What are you—?"

Suddenly, the maid snaps her mouth shut and bows her head.

Tomoka turns to see her father step into the room.

"Tomoka," Moriki said with a stern tone. "What are you doing? Eating that out of the garbage. That is outrageously disgusting. You are going to get crumbs all over your kimono. Do you know how much that cast me and your mother? That is not how we raised you."

"Father," Tomoka frowns tightening her grip on the gift. "Was Imari Suzukawa here? Was she?"

"Oh, was that her name," Moriki spouts with his bands behind him clearing uninterested. "Don't worry yourself about some middle-class peasant. You have dozens of well-heeled friends you can concern yourself with."

"Was. Suzukawa. Here," Tomoka repeats raising her voice.

"Yes, Tomoka," says Moriki straight-faced. "That girl was here. Not that long ago actually. But, no need to concern yourself, my daughter. I sent her away. Can't have her walking around staining our floors with her cheap loafers."

Tomoka faces fills with anger.

Moriki signs, "Now don't give me that look, Tomoka. You know your mother would say that look is bad for your complexion."

He turns to leave the room. "Please, Miss, get my daughter out of her kimono before she ruins it with this poor man's chocolate."

The maid bows her head, "Right away, Moriki-sama."

The maid speeds over to Tomoka and takes her arm. "Come, Tomoka-sama. Let's get you into something more comfortable."

Tomoka sent the maid away after she got dressed.

She soon as the maid left, Tomoka quickly grabbed her book bag which was draped over her writing desk chair. She eyes her blue PreHeartBook sitting on the desk with it. She picks it up and stuffs it in her bag before she runs out her bedroom door.

Tomoka doesn't even bother trying to open the PreHeartBook. Because she knew it wouldn't open. It hasn't opened any time she's tried when she got home. It stays locked.

However…

"I'm not going to runaway this time," murmurs Tomoka as she bursts out of her mansion's front door. "This time I'm the one who is going to apologize!"

Tomoka starts down the road towards the middle-class housing, but starts to look around frantically and jumbled.

It becomes just a maze of street to Tomoka. She struggles to collect her thoughts and make clear the right street to go down. But, remains running around like a whirlwind and completely clueless. But, she's smart enough to know that she was lost in the sea of small houses and roads.

Tomoka looks around frantically, "Bell-Bell Café, Bell-Bell Café, Bell-Bell, Bell-Bell. Where are you?"

Just then, Tomoka spots a girl walking on the sidewalk.

"Uh, um, excuse me," Tomoka waves to get the girl's attention.

Tomoka was surprised when the girl stops in her tracks and turns to look at her.

"Um…" trails Tomoka before finding her bearings. "D-Do you know where the Bell-Bell Café is by any chance?"

The girl breaks into a warm-hearted grin. "Yep, sure do." She points down the street. "It's just down this road here and past the park. Can't miss it."

Tomoka bobs her head gratefully. "Thank you very much."

She starts running down the street.

"Do you not thing we should intervene now and fix this mess~kuru?"

The girl twirls her light green hair with her finger. "Sometimes if you throw yourself into a mess it will only make a bigger mess. No. We need them to sort this out themselves."

The girl watches Tomoka go and smiles vividly.

"Go luck, Mythical."

Tomoka's heart was beating out of her chest and she could feel the heat radiating from the back of her neck as she stands in front of Bell-Bell Café.

Tomoka couldn't help but show a jumbled expression on her face as she stares at the café. "T-this is Bell-Bell Café?" she asks to herself.

The building was a perfect cube-shape painted a soft golden-orange colour with marks of untouched bricks with cute awnings with bright and light pink stripes. The cobblestone front had petite white tables with lady-like seats and pink umbrellas to block the warm spring sun. The eye candy windows were clean with care and displaced the delicious sweets and desserts with a small peek inside the café that shares the welcoming warmth.

Tomoka looked like a fish out of water as she gazed at the café as she compared her aristocratic and isolated mansion with the friendly and cheery home of Imari which the colours reminded her of a bright sunset.

This made Tomoka even more anxious as she robot-walks towards the entrance. "Be cool, be cool," she repeated to herself as she reached for the handle.

Tomoka nearly jumps out of her skin as a little girl bursts open the door.

"HELLO~!" greets the girl ecstatically.

Tomoka struggles to catch her breath having almost had a heart attack.

"Welcome to Bell-Bell~! Café that is~!" the little girl chimes.

"Um…yes. Good afternoon," Tomoka says politely to regain her focus.

The girl gives Tomoka a puzzled look as she critically looks her up-and-down. "Hey, are you a princess?"

Tomoka blinks. "Excuse me?"

"You look really pretty!" smiles the little girl vibrantly. "Just like a princess. So you have to be a princess!"

Tomoka panics overwhelmed. "I-I'm not a princess! Don't say that! So embarrassing! So embarrassing!"

To Tomoka's disbelief, the girl bursts out laughing. "You're so cute, Ohime-sama. And really funny!"

The girl jumps forward and grabs both of Tomoka's hands with hers. "It's so magical to meet you, Ohime-sama. My name is Izumi Suzukawa. But, you can just call me Izumi."

Tomoka pricks up her ears as the little girl's name hits them, "S-Suzukawa?"

Then, Tomoka actually takes a moment to really look at the girl. She wasn't as short as she first acknowledged. The girl came nearly right up to her shoulders.

But, the thing that catch Tomoka's eye was the little girl's smile. A lovable and sparkling smile that rivals the kind and warm smile of only one person.

Imari.

That's when the light bulb goes off inside Tomoka's head.

This must be Imari's younger sister! Tomoka realizes at last.

Yes. She was a splitting image of her just with darker toned hair which was also cutely tied up into pigtails with pink ribbons and fluffy cotton balls. Her eyes were a shimmering cocoa brown. Her outfit put her adorableness over the top. She had on a hoodie that was dark pink on the outside and grape-coloured on outside and the hood, light blue knee-length jean shorts covered in white polka dots, and pink-and-white sneakers.

Izumi grabs both of Tomoka's hands with her own. "Ohime-sama, you have got to come in for some of our crêpes! Otousan and oneechan make thee best ever! Come on!"

"W-wait—AH!" stammers Tomoka.

She gets pulled into the café and pushed into one of the booths.

Izumi is like a whirlwind as she runs back and forth to place a knife and fork, napkins, and a menu. Tomoka felt exhausted just watching the little girl darting around like a hyper baby kitten through the café.

When Izumi would come back to the table booth Tomoka would try to get her attention. "Excuse—excuse me! I-I'm not actually here—I'm not here for food—" But, every time Izumi would zoom away to get something else.

Suddenly, Izumi comes to a stop in front of Tomoka, she dusts herself off and takes out and pen and pad and a serious face spreads across her face, completely contradicting her wild running five seconds ago. "May I take your order, madam?"

Tomoka tried, with all her power, not a giggle and managed to keep a straight face. "Um…actually, I'm, uh, not here for something to eat. Actually, I'm here to see, ha, your sister…Imari."

"Is that you, Yū-chan?"

Tomoka looks behind Izumi to see a woman walk into the dining room from the back. Presumably the kitchen.

Tomoka immediately knows that this woman has to be Imari's mom. She was tall and beautiful with a beautiful strawberry-figure. Shoulder-length ginger hair with curls outwards, bands parted on her left side, warm pink-coloured eyes, and cute silver pierced earrings. Imari's mother also dressed with comfy-cozy with a light long-sleeved shirt, pale red sweater vest, dark brown skirt that reaches just above her knees, and matching coloured kitten heels.

But, the thing that caught Tomoka's eye was the gorgeous necklace that was around her neck that was studded with a golden star pendant.

It immediately reminds Tomoka of the golden stars earrings that she wore when she was Cure Mythical.

This thought, all at once, depresses Tomoka.

Imari's mother raises her eyebrows shocked. "Eh? You're not Yū-chan. Sorry about that. I just assume you were her."

Tomoka tips her head to the side. Yū-chan? She must be talking about Yū Shiraishi.

"No, okaasan!" gasps Izumi. "She's a princess!"

Her mother looks at Tomoka, "Oh, really?" She grins kindly at her. "Well, we've never had a princess at our café before. It's an honour to have you."

Imari's mother winks at Tomoka which allows her to relax. She grabs the end of her skirt and plies. "You may call me Mari. What can I get for you on this glorious day, ohime-sama?"

Tomoka smiles gently. "Actually, I'm here to see your daughter, Imari."

"Really?" Mari sparkles. "That's wonderful! She's in the kitchen cooking with her father. Our two prized chefs."

Imari…cooks?

The clumsiest girl Tomoka has ever met should not be in the kitchen let alone holding a knife. Tomoka is in disbelief as her eyebrow twitches just trying to picture that.

"Fukumoto-senpai! The kitchen is supposed to be all on fire, right?"

"Fukumoto-senpai! Do you want to try my octopus chocolate cake? I think it's edible."

"Fukumoto-senpai! I actually chopped my arm off with the knife! Blood is spurting everywhere!"

A chill goes down Tomoka's spine and she can't help but shudder.

"Huh? Okaasan? What is it?"

Imari walks into the dining room with a giant carving knife.

Tomoka's face turns white. AHHH!

Imari stares astonished, "F-Fukumoto-s-senpai?"

Say something, Tomoka tisk to herself.

Tomoka gets up, but as she searches through her brain, no words can come to mind. "Um…S-Suzukawa, I—!"

"TOMOKA!" squeals Imari. "YOU'RE HERE!"

Imari leaps at Tomoka and throws her arms around her schoolmate. "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! SURPREME SMILE POWER!"

Tomoka blinks utterly dumbfounded as Imari hugs her.

Imari frees Tomoka, but keeps her hands on her shoulders. "I'm so glad to see you, Fukumoto-senpai. Did you get the fish-shaped cakes then?"

Tomoka breaks eye contact. "Um…yeah I did."

"Sooooo," Imari shimmers. "Did you like them? Did you like them?"

Tomoka bit her lip. "It was good, really good. So was the milk chocolate filling, but I prefer white chocolate."

Imari drowns in depression lines. "Aw man! No way! Idiot! Why didn't I use white chocolate! Stupid head, stupid head, stupid head!"

"A-ah! No, no, no! I-it's okay!" Tomoka stammers. "They were really tasty! Really!"

Izumi giggles. "Heh-heh. Ohime-sama is über-cute!"

Tomoka blushes. "N-no I'm not!"

Mari laughs. "Don't worry, dear. It's a good thing."

"Yes, Mariko. Dang. How does that saying go again?"

Tomoka snaps her head up to see Imari's father join his family.

He was taller than his wife with a more thin and shaggy appearance. He had messy dark brown hair like Izumi which parts to one side. He has soft droopy cocoa-brown eyes with a four o'clock shadow. He wore a tan brown shirt with rolled up sleeves and the buttons are undone to show his pink t-shirt underneath, grey pants, heavy dark shoes, and was still wearing his clean-white chef apron.

Imari's father scratches the back of his head and chuckles. "Ha! Now I remember. Vulnerability is our truest measurement of courage. So the question is…"

He dramatically points at Tomoka with a whisk in his hand. "…DO YOU HAVE THE COURAGE? THE STRENGTH TO FACE YOUR FEARS! TO SUCCESS WITH FAILING! TO BE DARING! TO—!"

"Osamu," says Mari sternly narrowing her eyes. "Turn it down a notch, hon. Come on now, you're going to scare the poor thing away."

"Mari," groans Imari's father slouching over. "Come on! Why did you have to do that and cut me off? I was sounder super cool…and hip!"

"Otousan, you are not hip," says Izumi bluntly.

Osamu whimpers, "No way."

Mari prances over to her husband and gives him a peck on the cheek. "Don't fret, darling. We still love you. Even though you're not modish."

Tomoka wasn't playing attention. She wasn't even focusing on what they were doing, or what they were saying.

I am seriously started to hate the word courage, thinks Tomoka. Courage seems to be my demon right now. I abandoned Cure Fable because I lacked the courage. I ran away with Kashima because I had no courage to turn around and fight the Endingu. I have not a single courageous bone in my body. That is pretty apparent.

Imari nudges Tomoka in the shoulder, snapping her mind back to reality. "Hey, Fukumoto-senpai, do you want to come into the kitchen and have some tea?"

Tomoka nods. Perfect! A chance to talk without her family thinking they're both crazy. "Sure."

Imari beams. "Great! I'll go put the pot on."

She bounces off and disappears into the café kitchen and Tomoka follows after her.

Mari gently puts her hand on Tomoka's shoulder. "Just be yourself, hon. The fear is all in your head."

Tomoka looks up at Mari who gives her a friendly wink.

Mari pats Tomoka on the back and, with encouragement, pushes her through the kitchen door.

Imari is at the stoves setting a cute white tea pot on the heat. "We have all types of teas and flavours. What would you like?"

Tomoka finds her bearings. "Um…do you have tamaryokucha?"

"What the heck is that~buku?"

Tomoka nearly jumps out of her skin when Bukku pops out from one of the kitchen cabinets. "What is it with you guys and these weird, long words~buku. I mean seriously~buku."

"It's a green tea, Your Highness," translates Imari. "A fancy tangy tea, might I add."

"Rrriiiggghhhttt~buku," smirks Bukku. "Expected choose for Little Miss Richie."

Imari bops the fairy prince on the head. "Come on, Your Highness, there is no need for name calling. That's our thing. Now, do you want some tea, or not."

Bukku sticks out his tongue.

"I'll take that as a no," giggles Imari.

Stream spouts out of the tea pot and Tomoka watches as Imari swiftly takes it off the stove and pours the green tea into two tea cups with no handles.

"I didn't expect that you were going to come here," comments Imari happily as she hands the tea over to Tomoka. "But, I'm really glad you did. I didn't even know you knew where I lived."

"I—I didn't," stammers Tomoka looking down at the tea. "I…I just remember Bukku saying you lived in Bell-Bell Café. I saw the name on the box. And…just…" she trails off when she sees the blank and lost expression on Imari's face. "Doesn't matter."

Imari sips on some of the tea. Tomoka follows suit and there is a long moment of silence.

"Awkward~buku," snickers Bukku.

Tomoka and Imari both turn and glare at the fairy, "What~buku?"

"Imari!" called Mari.

She goes to open to the door and Imari and Tomoka quickly leaps toward Bukku.

"Yes, okaasan!" Imari says.

Imari and Tomoka are standing shoulder-to-shoulder to block Mari's view of Bukku.

"Why doesn't your friend stay for dinner?" smiles Mari.

"Okay!" twinkles Imari giving Tomoka a side-hug.

"Well, this is going to be fun~buku," whispers Bukku sarcastically.

Imari reaches behind her and pinches Bukku in the cheek.

"Ow~buku!"

Next Time on Fairytale PreCure

Bukku: That's it~buku!

Imari: What do you mean, Your Highness?

Bukku: We waited all month for this and where wasn't even any fighting~buku!

Imari: You know, Your Highness, not everything is just about butt-kicking.

Bukku: Filters are so boring~buku.

Imari: Don't make me smack up in front of the reader again, because I will.

Bukku: *grumble* Just say the next episode already~buku.

Imari: A Cheerful Meal! Meet the Suzukawa Family! Part 2