A/N. Okay. This is a warning. There's no Mr. Firay. No Sage. No Bryant (YAY!). Nor any sign of Ariana, Wendell, and Daphne (Pierce). In this chapter. There is a sign of Puckabrina, Henry, Veronica, Basil, Red (I'm sorry for neglecting you. *sniffles*), and maybe UJ. I think Granny is going to stay in FPL because of the barrier and Mr. Canis is her bodyguard. Sound okay? Okay.

Oh, I guess I didn't clear this up: Daphne lives in an apartment, which is made bigger because of that stretching powder UJ had in book 7, so it looks like an apartment, but is as big as a regular house. :D Oh, and I realize MSeed would be the brother-in-law, not uncle. yellow.r0se's "Juliet Never Wore Converses" kinda messed with me.:3

Well, I see no reason to wait any longer. The winner of the QOFD is Twilightfunatic! The answer was 10 because the guy's name was Each. ^^ Clever, huh? I didn't make this up by the way, but it's a mind-jogger, right? :) Anyways, enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 46: Havoc Ensues with the Grimms.

"I'll get it!" Mom shouted, walking for the door.

"Darn it, Daphne, move out of the way!" Basil muttered, shoving me with one arm.

"I don't want to crash my motorcycle!" I complained. I pressed forward, getting closer to my brother. As we headed for a sharp turn, I turned the wheel right, almost colliding with a turtle. What the heck was he doing on the road? I thought the turtle had fallen into a pile of mud just a few seconds ago!

"Eat this!" Basil threw a red shell at me, which I swerved away from at the last minute, shaking my fist at him.

"I thought we were on the same team!"

"I know that. But how do you think it would look if I was beaten by my own sister?"

"I've beaten you plently of times in street races!" Basil and I were head to head, a few feet away from the finish.

"Shut up," Basil said, just as there was a buzzing sound coming from the TV, and a blue shell appeared in front of us, exploding instantly.

"NO!" We shouted as Peach, along with Mario, crossed over the finish line.

I smiled sheepishly. "I guess love overcomes all."

Basil threw his Wii controller to the ground. "Damn you, Peach!"

There was a gasp from behind us. "Basil! Watch your mouth!"

My mom was giving him a disapproving look as was Sabrina while Puck cracked a grin.

"It seems the little man has learned the English language," he remarked, coming over and ruffling Basil's hair. "Good work, buddy."

Sabrina punched his shoulder. "Don't encourage him! He's only eleven."

"Eleven, Shmeven. What's the difference? He's going to learn all about them anyways."

"Just like you learned about the birds and the bees from my dad?"

Puck coughed. "That's...different."

"How is it different?"

"It just is." He looked away from Sabrina's glaring eyes.

"Hi, 'Brina!" I greeted happily, giving her a hug, and saving Puck from further questioning. "How was the drive?"

"Horrible. Puck drives like a maniac."

Puck winked. "You know you love it."

Sabrina stared at him. "That was a fail attempt."

"Hey, I tried, didn't I?"

Basil groaned. "Ugh. Can you, like, stop flirting for two minutes? Every time you two come here, it's nonstop."

"How would you, like, know that?" Puck mocked. "You've been in New Jersey for, like, the past four months! And don't, like, be a hypocrite -Henry, like, told us you met a girl."

Sabrina smirked at an embarrassed Basil. "You can't avoid this subject, buddy."

I grinned at my brother. "What's she like? Is she pretty?"

"She's-"

"What's her name?" Sabrina demanded. "I swear, if she has some girly or weird name like Fruity, Laura or Snooki or..."

"Uh-"

"What would you rate her," Puck pressed, "on a scale of 1 to 10?"

"What the he-"

"Have you talked to her?" I asked. "Does she show an interest in you, too?"

Basil cradled his head in his hands. "Stop! You're worse than Dad, Mom, and Uncle Jake combined!"

"I find that offensive," a mock horrified voice said. "Your mom is bad enough. She's asked you if you shown her your baby pictures to the girl -which I hope you said no to."

Basil sighed as Uncle Jake shot him a cocky grin. "If it's not Sabrina, it's Puck. If not Puck, it's Daphne or Mom. If it's not them, it's you."

Uncle Jake sighed dramatically. "That's life, chap."

"No, it's not."

"I know."

I rolled my eyes. I think it was time to save Basil. "Enough banter. Did Mom say dinner was ready, Uncle Jake?"

"Just about. Hank and Red are going to get the pizza."

"We're buying?" Sabrina said skeptically. "Why can't Mom just make -oh, never mind."

Puck grinned. "She can make cookies for dessert, though."

"That's true." Uncle Jake nodded his head. "But I can also zap up some brownies if you want something else sweet for dessert."

"Aren't you addicted to magic?" Puck questioned.

Uncle Jake smiled sheepishly. "Then Sabrina can do it."

"I have an addiction, too, Uncle Jake."

"Let me do it," I offered, smiling at his ignorance. "I don't have any addiction, and I kinda miss using magic. Just a little."

"If you say so, Pumpkin, but don't try to scarf all of them down before dinner -I'm watching you."

I rolled my eyes, and Puck gasped. "You have the same eye-roll as your sister!"

"Duh, hence the term sisters," Sabrina retorted. I laughed.

The door creaked open, and suddenly, the aroma of pizza entered the room. Red smiled, opening the door wider for Dad to bring in the six boxes in. "Happy birthday, Daphne."

"Thanks, Red," I said to her, giving her a hug. "Did you say goodbye to Tom?"

She smiled sadly. "Yeah. I'm going to miss this place, but I miss Papa a lot. I'll visit again, of course!"

Uncle Jake helped Dad bring in the boxes. "Why did you buy so many?"

Dad nodded his head towards Puck and I. "We need to sedate the beasts, don't we?"

"I resent that," Puck said, patting his muscled stomach. "This is all abs, old man. Though, I can't say the same for the Munchkin."

My face flamed. "Hey! You still scarf down two pizzas a minute. I've minimized my eating habits to one each minute."

"I finish a pizza every ten minutes -you're still chubby compared to the average human." Mom said, grinning as she entered the room.

I sniffed. "Well, we aren't average humans, are we?"

"Touché. Anyways, since the pizza's here, we can go eat now. Let's go to the kitchen, everyone!" We all ran for the kitchen, starving. The seating was like this: At one head, I sat there, with Red, Basil, and Mom to my right, and Sabrina, Puck, and Uncle Jake to my left. Dad sat at the other head. After we said our prayers, we dug in. Uncle Jake gave Puck the whole box, and the five boxes left were for the rest of us.

"Red," Mom said, smiling. "What time tomorrow is Uncle Jake bringing you back?"

Red put her slice down. "Um, I think in the morning. We're supposed to be back in Ferryport at about nine or so."

"We're gonna miss you, Red," I said, sighing. "And on my birthday..."

Her eyes lit up. "Oh! I forgot to give you this. It's your present."

"Presents already? Lucky," Puck complained, taking another bite out of his 5th slice. "Whenever it's my birthday, you guys wait until the end. Why is that?"

"Because you're a spoiled brat."

"Oooh, that hurts, honey. I forgive you because you love me."

"What did I say about the nicknames?" Sabrina groaned.

"Would you rather I call you Grimm?"

"Anything but sweetie pie. Nor honey, sugarlips, or buttercup. Just...no."

"Stop flirting!" Basil groaned. I cracked a grin, as did Uncle Jake and the rest of the family. We would so tease him later.

Red took out a small bag, smiling at me. "Happy birthday."

I opened the bag to find a pair of earrings and a pony tail. "Wow! These are so cute." Because Red was Red, she gave me crimson raindrop earrings and the hair tie had a red rose attached. "Aw, thank you, Red!"

Suddenly, a mysterious smile came over her face. "I bought these just for tomorrow's dinner at Osaka's, you know."

Puck gasped. "You're going to Osaka? No fair! I want Japanese food!"

My face flushed. "W-why for tomorrow?"

Red smirked at me. "You're going out with Sage and Mr. Firay, right?"

Basil held the same expression. "Ooooh, Daphne's going out with older men."

"Hank, you sure you're okay with this?" Uncle Jake teased Dad. "They might jump her."

"No they wouldn't! They're honest to good people!" I protested.

They ignored me. "Well, Veronica's going, so she can kick their...butts if they try anything," Dad said, looking over at Basil.

Basil rolled his eyes. "I know what an as-"

Veronica gasped. "Basil! You are only eleven years old! Where are you hearing all these words?"

Puck grinned. "I bet his lover is a cusser."

Basil sputtered. "S-shut up! Jay does not cuss! And we are not lovers!"

We were all silent. Then a creepy smile formed on Mom's face. "...Her name's Jay?" Soon, we were bombarding Basil with questions.

"What's her last name?"

"Is she really from New Jersey?"

"Does she have any siblings?"

"What's her appetite like on a scale of Sabrina to Daphne?" Puck asked.

"What pick-up lines have you used on her?" Uncle Jake pressed.

Basil stared at all of us before running up to his room, screaming that we were stalkers. "I'll never tell you!"

Uncle Jake laughed, "Gosh, I love that kid. He's going to be a ladies man when he grows up."

Sabrina crossed her arms over her chest. "This Jay girl better be good. I don't want her to break Basil's heart."

"Isn't it the other way around?" Puck asked.

"Basil's pretty fragile. Even though he acts tough, he's not. I think he's still a bit freaked out that he was kidnapped as a baby, you know. Basil is pretty weak inside. I'm really hoping this girl does him justice."

I don't want her to break Basil's heart...I mulled over. I don't want Mr. Firay to break my heart. I frowned slightly. Mr. Firay did say he wanted me to reconfess, but he could reject me, couldn't he? No, after all we've been through, I must've had an impression on him. There was nothing to worry about, right?

"Daphne," Puck said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "What are you thinking about?"

"Huh?"

"Well you're obviously upset about something," he remarked. "You're easy to read."

I sniffed. "As if I hadn't heard that one before."

"Can I ask...how's Mustardseed doing?"

"Who?"

Puck stared at me with a quizzical expression. "My brother. Your teacher, remember?"

"Oh, Mr. Firay." I tried to control my blush. I was so used to calling him 'Matt' and 'Mr. Firay' that I forgot his real name. "He's doing fine. He's coming to dinner with us tomorrow. Along with Sage."

"Who's Sage?" Sabrina asked.

"Mr-Mustardseed's friend. He sometimes picks me up from school...He's really nice," I added after seeing Mom's face.

"Well, I'm going to meet him first before I take your word," she said. "He could be some mobster or something."

I mentally laughed. If only she knew. "Well, couldn't Mustardseed be a mobster, too?"

Mom thought about it. "I guess so. But that's out of the question."

This time, I did start smiling. "Anyways, do we get to eat cake?"

Uncle Jake stood up from his seat. "Yep! I'll go get it. You actually get to choose what kind you want."

"What?" I asked, but he had disappeared into the kitchen.

"Hey, Daphne," Puck said.

"Yeah?"

"Can I have my brother's phone number?"

His question threw me off. "What? Why?"

"I think I need to patch things up between us, you know?"

Sabrina smirked at him. "I think that's one of the most intelligent things you've ever said in your life."

He grinned back. "I try to be," he said, then turning to me. "So?"

I blinked. "Oh! Of course! Here, you can call him with my phone." I handed it to him, and he went into the living room.

Sabrina looked at me. "I think he's growing up."

I cracked a smile. "You finally realized that after three years of being married to him?"

She rolled her eyes at me. "His personality, I mean."

"I know." I looked to Puck, who was pacing around the living room in a serious discussion. "Of course, I don't want him to become a business like person -I like that he's funny and annoying."

"Me, too," Sabrina said. I mentally 'aww'ed. It was times like these that I loved my sister and Puck -they were just so adorable.

Uncle Jake came out, smiling, holding a tray in his hand. "Here's the cake!"

We all stared at the plate in disbelief.

Dad looked at Uncle Jake with an incredulous expression. "Jake."

"Yes, Hank?"

"This," Mom shook her head, "is a chocolate bar."

"And there's an ice cube on the tray," Red pointed out.

"What's that, a piece of bread?" I said, picking it up.

"Why is there a half eaten cookie?" Sabrina demanded. "Did you eat her cake?"

Uncle Jake laughed. "I told you. Daphne gets to pick her cake! The chocolate bar represents a brownie cake, the ice cube stands for ice cream cake, the bread is for regular cake, and the cookie is a cookie cake –I did take a bite out of it, though." He smiled sheepishly. "So, what kind do you want?"

I blinked. "Wait, so I pick one, then I zap it and it turns into the cake I want?"

"Pretty much."

I pursed my lips. "It's too cold in New York for ice cream cake..." I pushed the chocolate bar, the bread, and the cookie together. "I can make a combination, right?"

Uncle Jake smiled. "Of course you can!"

"What are the magical consequences of this, Jake?" Dad said warily.

"You get a full, satisfied stomach after eating," Uncle Jake joked. "There actually are no consequences of this -except that you might get cravings for sweets. Like, major cravings."

I grinned excitedly. "That's okay! I'm going to eat a lot anyway."

Uncle Jake handed me the wand. "All you have to say is, "Sweets, sweets, sugar and spice. Sugar, spice, and everything nice."

After I recited the words, the ingredients mixed together in a circle, spinning like a tornado. When the tornado slowed, left was a very good-looking cake. It was taller that it was wider -it was probably two feet tall. One full side was made of brownies, the next was vanilla cake with purple frosting on it, and the last side was a mix of cookies -chocolate chip, sugar, oatmeal, frosted, and anything else you could name. At the top of the cake were eighteen lit candles. A bit over the top, but it was delicious looking.

Puck almost dropped my phone when he came back into the room. "That. Is. Amazing."

I agreed. "Best birthday cake ever." After we called Basil down -he had finally cooled down, but there was a tint of red still on his cheeks- we cut the cake into twelve pieces. Puck was the first to take a bite and groaned his approval. We all ate and followed his example.

"I'm addicted already," Sabrina mumbled, smiling at her cake.

Red ate slowly, savoring it. "Mmm. Granny Relda will have to make some of this when I get back to Ferryport."

Basil smooshed some of the cake into his face. "And it smells freshly made. Gosh, it even smells like real brownies."

I grinned at my brother, tapping my cheek. "You have a little right there."

He swiped his hand over his cheek, and licked his hand. "My face even tastes good."

Puck snorted, and I shot him a questioning look. His eyes glittered with mischief.

"What's with that look?" Sabrina asked warily.

He put his hand on top of his piece of the cake. "Oh, nothing, sweetcheeks." He patted her cheeks with his cake filled hand after that. Sabrina gasped when she felt the icing on her face. I stifled a giggle.

"Oh? This is funny, Daphne?" she asked, grinning at me.

"'Course not." I laughed, giving myself away.

"What about this?"

I felt something on my neck and I squealed, standing. "Ew! Sabrina!" I cupped some of my cake, throwing it at her. Unfortunately, she ducked and Uncle Jake's hair was now a dirty blonde.

Dad laughed at his brother, but not until Uncle Jake shoved some down his shirt. "Jake! You little bast-"

"Aw, lighten up, Hen-Hen!" Mom said, then "accidentally" dropped some inside his pants. "Oops."

Red started laughing, as did Basil. Then I realized. "Hey, Red! You're the only one who hasn't gotten cake on yourself!" She stopped laughing as we all grabbed some cake. Red stood up, taking her cake with her as we advanced on her.

"C-come on! I didn't do anything!" She was back up against the kitchen door.

"Basil didn't do anything and he has cake on his face," I said, grinning.

"That's because he chose to!"

"But we didn't," Puck sang.

Red stared at all of us. "But I have something to say first."

We waited for her response. She closed her eyes, then Red cried out. "This means war!" Red threw cake at all of us, nailing us in the chest before running out of the room with a laugh.

I threw some cake at the couch that she had ran past. Puck started flitting around the room, aiming at all of us -Sabrina mainly. Basil kept throwing his cake at me, saying it was payback for beating him at Mario Kart. Mom kept shoving things down the boys pants -Dad's pants looked blown up, as did Uncle Jake's. Because Puck was flying around the room, his pants were cake free. Puck suddenly found a Nerf gun, shoving the lasts of his cake inside, shooting at us, then ducking into the other rooms. We ran after him like angry Indians.

I didn't know how this birthday could get any better.

A/N. :D That last part was so much fun to write. I hope you liked this! I've been sitting on my computer for almost seven hours -no kidding. :D Maybe longer. I remember going on the computer at about...ten, maybe? Then at eleven I went to the kitchen to get breakfast, then I went back to the computer, then went down for lunch, then stayed on for four hours, then...you get the idea. :D

Replies, replies:

killerbunnies: Thanks! ^^ Ah, no. None of that happened in this chapter, haha. :D Oh, good –you see it, too. :D The guy's name was Each. :D Yep. That was Daphne Pierce. Good eye.

Rockinjellybeans: Thanks! :D Your words mean so much to me. Thanks. :D

rosebud143: That's okay. :D Mean bosses suck. Aw, thank you! I love your words! And you were correct! …what? Base four? What? XD

Twilightfunatic: Good job! ^^ Congrats on getting the right answer!

(I'm not sure who this was…But this is a reply to their review for chapter 43): Lol, I guess you can see it that way –the tickling could be sexual harassment thing. :D Yeah. Lol, their Grimm pillow. ;D Pun intended.

Question of the Whatever: What's your favorite type of cake and why? Have you had any funny experiences with it (like the Grimms just did? ^^)?

Sorry this took me a long time-like I said. I was stuck for a while. :D

Have a good week! I shall update tomorrow with the beginning of the other dinner scene. It'll be split up into two parts, okay? :D Thanks.

SO. If. You. Can. Understand. Me. Update. Tomorrow. Yay. Dinner. Good. Okay?

I'm sorry for the baby talk -there are just some people who are getting on my nerves. I'm okay with people who ask nicely, but the not-so-nice, that message was for you.

Paalam for now!

~Lara