Nawrocki will soon explain why he uses many different languages. He primarily speaks this one but lapses into other ones when he is confused or trying to show off. What he says is generally not important, as much as the fact that he is saying it.

The exchange in the last episode was as follows:

"Good evening, Count Bleck. How are you?" Said in a formal way.

"Meh, I've been okay," replied Count Bleck.

Later, Nawrocki said, "Is she worth it?" though it might be wrong- my translator was not a native speaker.

At the end, Nawrocki said goodbye.

Count Bleck's response in French was a reference to FlowerStar's "Can't Speak French" songfic, where the Count can't speak French. I couldn't help myself.

Hand in hand, Blumiere and Timpani stood on the hillside of their own private paradise. It was still there, exactly as it had been since they'd left it. It seemed as if the land had frozen itself in time, waiting for their return. The air was fresh, the scenery was pristine, without a hint of must or fog. So hand in hand, the two lovers stepped back into paradise.

"I'd forgotten just how beautiful you were," Blumiere whispered as he looked into the human eyes of Timpani.

Timpani blushed and looked down. "I did, too," she admitted. "It's been so long."

He brushed a lock of hair out of her face. "Remember how I used to do this?" he asked.

She smiled.

"I can't see your pretty face if your pretty hair is in the way," he said. "Remember how I used to say that? Soon I'll be saying it to you again every day."

"I love it," said Timpani. "But even if the potion works, our lives won't be this perfect."

"Good," said Blumiere. "They shouldn't be. A perfect life is hardly a life at all. No room to grow."

"I love you so much," said Timpani.

They embraced then, a perfect couple in a perfect surrounding, as close as two lovers could be.

Mimi was sitting on the floor in the pantry, sorting the mushrooms into bins. Most of them were ordinary red ones, but there were a few were mid mushrooms, poison mushrooms, and a single 1-Up Mushroom. Mimi put that one in the special items bin, next to a Starman.

Nawrocki opened the door to the pantry and swung with it as it opened. "Ohayo," he called. "Is this the pantry?"

"Yeah," said Mimi. "What's up?"

"Do you have any fire flowers?" he asked. "The potion stock needs more spice."

"I dunno," said Mimi. "I'm just sorting mushrooms."

Nawrocki began to paw around, mumbling to himself.

"Are you gonna be staying here?" asked Mimi.

"Yepperooni," replied Nawrocki. "'Least until your Count's potion is finished."

Mimi tittered.

"What's so funny?" asked Nawrocki. He pulled out a woven basket full of dried pasta and dried shrooms to see behind it.

"How come you talk funny?" asked Mimi, changing the subject.

"You mean the languages?" Nawrocki put the basket down and eyed some flowers hanging from a line on the top of the pantry. He climbed up the shelves to reach them. "I'm a traveling businessman," he explained. "I need to be able to converse in whatever language the people feel most comfortable with."

"You must be really smart," said Mimi.

"Thank you." He grabbed a fire flower and let himself drop to the floor below.

"Can I come see what you're working on?"

"I'd prefer it if you didn't," said Nawrocki. He tugged on one of Mimi's pigtail playfully. "Wouldn't want you too close to the unstable equipment. Your pretty li'l pigtail might catch fire on the burner or somethin'."

She grabbed her pigtail and giggled.

"Maybe you could show me around the castle when I'm done for the day, though," suggested Nawrocki.

"Okey-dokey!" Mimi clapped her hands once and went back to sorting mushrooms, humming happily. As Nawrocki left, Mimi decided that out of all the boys she'd ever had a crush on, Nawrocki was by far the most interesting.

Meanwhile, Dimentio was standing on the balcony outside his room. It was small, not even big enough for patio furniture, but it was good to open the tall French doors to get some air flowing, and to step outside in the evenings. He liked to go out there and lean on the ornate railing, looking out over the vast emptiness of Dimension Bleck. It was invariably dark and peaceful, no matter how much inner turmoil he had.

He felt like a fool. Even if he had made entire dimensions to rule, what would he do with them? Had he ever stopped to really think about that? Yes, he had, but now looking on those dreams he felt foolish. None of the ruling appealed to him, now. Perhaps he was just depressed, and nothing really appealed to him at the moment. Or perhaps he was a fool, and it shouldn't have in the first place.

So what now? Now was the time to reevaluate his life, get on track, find out how to really live. Find out what he really wanted. What would drive him, give him a goal to look forward to and satisfaction for his actions? He asked the question constantly, every day.

And he kept turning up empty.

He'd been out here every day, more than once a day, to be by himself. He'd looked at everything in the world on his new missions, and found absolutely nothing to inspire him. What, then was he to do?

He kept coming up without an answer.

Dimentio gripped the edge of the balcony. There are still more chances, he told himself, even though he didn't believe a word of it. There's still something for you.

He lifted one foot and put it on top of the railing. Soon you'll be able to work your magic and really take on the world. That's what you want. That's what you're meant for.

He lifted the other foot and moved to place it on the railing.

"ah-Hem."

Dimentio changed actions at once. He lifted himself into the air and turned around casually. Nastasia was standing in the doorway of his room.

"I knocked but no one answered," she said.

"The acoustics must not travel well around the angle to the open window doors," said Dimentio lazily. "What do you want?"

"Count's got a mission for you," she said.

"My presence is requested in the meeting room?"

"No, he isn't back yet." Nastasia handed Dimentio a folded envelope. "He sent this to me to give to you."

Dimentio took the envelope and unfolded it into a letter.

Dimentio:

Go back to the forest and see if you can retrieve an arrow like the one that hit Mimi so Count Bleck can examine it.

Sincerely,

Count Bleck.

"I shall do as he asks me," said Dimentio.

"Very good," said Nastasia, and disappeared. Dimentio departed, too, without giving a second thought to the balcony. The moment had passed.

"That one looks like a Goomba. See how it's squat and has two little feet?"

"I do, said Blumiere. And right next to it is a Mecha-Koopa."

"I think it looks more like a Ninji."

"I don't see it."

"Keep looking."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"We're going to be here forever if we keep doing this. We have to be getting back very soon."

"Just a little longer?"

"If we keep waiting just a little longer, we'll never get there. This is why I didn't want to come in the first place. How can we possibly go back now, after what we've felt here."

"I know…"

"Let's go."

"Just a little longer?"

"…All right."