I bring you... an update! Un-betaed, so sorry. Gonna be some errors. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! :D

Someone asked how old they are...? I've kept it up to the readers imagination, honestly. But I think Daphne would be from 17-18-ish and would probably just be ending school. (I wonder who she will ask to prom... ;)) Mustardseed would be a few years older. :)

Mustardseed paced in front of his couch, biting his lip in thought and just generally displeased at how his life was going at this current time. You, readers, must be wondering, what are on earth had gotten him in such a tizzy?

Dinner. Tonight. Daphne. Puck.

Biggest problem that could happen at the moment? His brother finding out that his sister-in-law was practically living with him.

What was bound to happen within the next few hours? His brother finding out that his sister-in-law was practically living with him.

Well crud.

He absently ducked his head as a fidget spinner flew over him and collided with his brick fireplace with a loud clack. He didn't even glance behind him. "Why did you do that, Daph?"

"It wasn't fidgety enough!" Daphne conplained, leaning back on the couch, stretching while she picked up another fidget spinner from the filled box besides her.

"Hmm." Mustardseed frowned, just now noticing the box on the floor, "Where did you get those?"

"I bought them."

"Why?"

"So I can find the coolest one."

He sighed, "That's a waste of money, you know." Mustardseed resumed his pacing after picking up the thrown fidget spinner.

"No, it wasn't" Daphne sounded rather smug. He watched her with a wary look, "Why?"

"Because it was your credit card."

This time it was Daphne who ducked as a fidget spinner flew over her head.

"What do you tell them? Where you are?"

"Oh, I just tell them that I'm staying with Red."

"... won't they find out?"

"Nope!"

"Why?"

"Because I'm not staying with Red. "

"...your logic is flawed."

"Your brain is flawed."

"Oi."

"Nah, seriously, though. Red won't tell. She's my bestie."

"That makes her sound like a suit-jacket."

"Don't be silly. My suit-jacket isn't red."

"Why do you even have a suit-jacket?!"

Daphne hummed in thought as she leaned against the kitchen counter, effectively blocking Mustardseed from making his lunch. "You know, you're gonna have to buy me a dress."

Mustardseed paused from the act of pouring a glass of milk. "Why?"

"Because we are going to dinner with Puck and Brina, " Her voice was chiding, "What do you expect me to wear? Jeans?"

"...yes," He replied shortly, dumping his glass of milk over Daphne's head. While listening to her squeals in protest, he was only thinking one thing.

Because it doesn't matter. You'll look good in anything.

"Where are we meeting them, though?"

Mustardseed shrugged while ripping a newspaper in half and grabbing the ducktape on the counter. "No idea, they will tell me. Apparently it was delayed because Puck forgot they were going to visit your parents in New York."

"Ah... I forgot that too."

"Mhmm..."

"I was supposed to go too. Oh well."

"What?!"

"It doesn't matter." Daphne stood in a fighting pose, "I'll visit them next week. I have stuff like fighting to do."

"Fight who?"

Daphne frowned, "Well, mostly you."

"Daph..."

"Fine! I'll fight this wall then." She turned towards the wall with narrowed eyes, "Come on! I dare you." With a feral yell, she kicked the wall with a loud riiiiiiiip.

Mustardseed stared at his last hours work on the damaged wall, where he had carefully taped newspaper after newspaper over the gaping hole that Daphne had left that morning. It was torn and broken from Daphne's kick, which he had to admit was impressive from someone shorter than him.

"Oops."

He sighed. "Nevermind." Mustardseed collapsed on his back to stare at the ceiling.

...

"Oi."

"Yes, Musty?"

"What happened to the ceiling?"

"I was trying to insert a fire pole."

"Daph, please buy yourself a house."

"Only if you come live with me."

"Wait, how did you make that hole in the wall anyway?"

Daphne glanced at her nails, "Amazing what a crowbar can do, huh?"

"No. It isn't."

"Says the person who tried to seal it up with newspaper and ducktape. Laaaaaaame."

"Says the person who tried to karate kick a wall!"

Over breakfast of blue eggs and purple bacon, Mustardseed was trying to ignore that when combined they made a rather neon yellow mash that did not look good.

Daphne plopped down across from him with her own plate and started to gobble it down, "So mfustyceed, wha shool dis you ga to?"

"Pardon?"

She swallowed, "What school did you go to?"

"A special one for my position." He eyed the plant on the kitchen window with a sudden idea.

"You mean a princess school?"

He flicked a bacon at her. "No!"

"So... a fairy school?"

Mustardseed made a face, "Accurate, but it doesn't sound much better." He got up with his plate and headed over to the plant.

"Huh, so, what did they teach?"

"How to throw out annoying stalkers from our homes. Some nice painful ways too."

"You fairies have everything, don't you." Daphne nodded, looking impressed.

Mustardseed didn't even bother correcting her, instead chosing to push his yellow mash of multicolour breakfast in the potted plant. "What did they teach at your school, Daphne?"

"Proper plant care."

Mustardseed gave her a dry look.

She nodded at the plant, "No, seriously."

Mustardseed paled as he turned and saw the plant had already started to limp over and wilt. The plant was dying.

"They don't like eggs, you see."

"What kind of plant doesn't like eggs?!"

Daphne gave him an odd look, "You know a plant that does like eggs?"

For once, Mustardseed was rather lost for an answer. Which was odd for him because lately, a lot of weird things had been happening. But he also didn't know of a plant that liked eggs.

Wait.

Why was he thinking of this?

He held his face in his hands in despair.

Daphne said, curiously, "Did I finally break you?"

"...no, I don't think so."

"Better luck next time, I guess."