A/N. I. Should. Be. Flogged.

I'm so sorry for not updating yesterday! I started writing the chapter last night and I fell asleep. I was out all day with my family, so I didn't get to go back to the chapter until now. D: I can't express how sorry I am. I broke that promise. T-T

Buttttttt, I did go to the library to get all the SG books. I'm planning to re-read the books in time for the new book to come out. (Actually, I got an email saying it would be released April 24, so I'm pre-ordering it RIGHT now...OMG! I JUsT DID! AHAA! I'M SO HAPPEE!) ^^ Right now, Sabrina's giving her speech to the Everafters in the Golden Egg.

And as I'm re-reading, I have made a revelation.

Titania's hair was brown! Not blonde!

*facepalm*

And I have a crush on Uncle Jake. I'm creepy.

And I have the sudden urge to draw Mustardseed and his leather-jacket, boot-wearing, gang-looking friends. Who have baseball hats.

And Moth -oh, yes. I found out she's a blonde, so I must draw up a new Moth...

*coughs* I have no idea why I'm in such a good mood -adurrrr, SG!- but I'll be replying to anons at the bottom, thank heavens. And I'm going to -I keep telling myself even though I don't listen- reply to signed-in in PMs. I'm really determined to, now.

Sorry this is utterly long, but one more thing: If you're tired of the mushiness, the lovey-dovey-ness, and the OOC-ness of this story, you can just walk away, you know? This is to 'decline' and 'FFF'. As they say, "Don't Like? Don't Read." ^^ It's as simple as that. I thank you for your honest opinions, of course. :)

Warning: Fluff and laughing and rolling on the floor be ahead, maties! Arrrgh!

There. I warned you. :) Also, I'll be giving you guys a surprise -I hope you like the Grimm family's final appearance in FTFT next chapter.

Oh, and this is not –I REPEAT, NOT- the ending chapter. We have maybe…two more to go, my friends.

Chapter 62: Smile

Noises and light. A bright, constant, blinding light. The noises were far off and sluggish. I attempted to focus on them, but no matter how hard I tried, they were still incoherent and garbled. An odd, unfamiliar scent was filling my nose. I struggled to move, but my body felt liked it weighed a thousand pounds. The more I strived to at least lift my hand, the heavier I felt.

There was more pressure on my right arm then my left- at least I thought it was my arm. In my state, I couldn't be sure. I didn't even know where I was. Or why I couldn't make out the noises I could hear. Or where the blinding light that was starting to get on my nerves was coming from.

I struggled to force my eyes open. For all I knew, I could have been kidnapped again. Maybe something had gone wrong and Bryant somehow got away again. The thought sent alarm through me. With new resolve, I finally managed to force my eyes open- only to close them again when an even more glaring light than the first blinded me.

After blinking a few times to get my eyes adjusted to the light, I began to take in my surroundings. White walls, white curtains, white ceiling... I turned my head to the side and my gaze landed on a large machine producing a beeping noise. A startled gasp escaped my lips when I realized I was in a hospital. Relief then washed over me- that meant I was safe.

My gaze dropped down my arm, where an I.V was attached to my wrist. Making a face, I quickly turned away from it. Needles weren't my thing. My eyes widened when I took in my other arm. There were no needles, but something else instead- or should I say someone else. Mr. Firay was dead asleep on my arm, his head resting against my hip.

I tried to sit up, but found it took way too much strength. Giving up, I fell back down the inch I had managed to rise. A scratchy groan escaped my lips as my landing sent my head pounding. Why was I so tired? I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, trying to remember what happened. James had stabbed me, and then I shot magic at Bryant, and then what...? Did I pass out?

The arm Mr. Firay was sleeping on started to tingle uncomfortably. After a moment it turned into a painful prickle, like needles being poked into my skin. I slowly clenched and unclenched my fists, trying to wake my arm back up. It wasn't working. Mr. Firay needed to move.

"Mr. Firay?" I blinked in surprise as my voice came out in a scratchy whisper. I cleared my throat, trying again. "Mr. Firay?"

He stirred slightly, turning his head to the side. "Mm," he mumbled, keeping his eyes shut.

"My arm's asleep... Could you move?"

"In a minute, Daphne," he responded, nestling his head more comfortably into my arm. After another moment his eyes shot open, gazing straight into mine. He sat up quickly, part of his hair matted to his face. "Daphne?"

I chuckled at his expression and the hair pressed against his face. "Morning, sleeping beauty."

"Daphne," he repeated in a breathy voice, his expression turning to relief. He turned to the side, hitting something on the machine next to me before quickly moving forwards in his seat, throwing his arms around me, and bringing his body closer to mine. He rested his head against my shoulder, rubbing it against it slowly. "Thank g... Thank goodness."

Confused, I stared down at him. "What?"

He suddenly pulled back away from me, bringing his face in front of mine. "Daphne," he breathed again, resting his forehead against mine.

"Mr. Firay?"

Without warning he pressed his lips against mine very gently, as if they were made of fragile glass. He his head, placing kisses across my jaw line, all the way up to my ear. I let out a shaky breath, my body tingling at the sensations. He kissed back down my jaw again, landing at my lips, this time a little more roughly. After a moment he pulled away, planting one last kiss on my forehead before dropping his head back on my shoulder.

He his arms tightened around me, making my arms squish together painfully. I tried to break free from his grasp, but in my feeble state I could barely move my head. It took a moment for me to realize Mr. Firay's shoulders were shaking... and he wasn't laughing.

"Mr... Matt…Mustardseed, what's wrong?" I asked slowly, my chest tightening as a sense of dread washed over me. "What? Is it Wendell? Or Sage? What happened?" I cried, feeling panicky. "Are they hurt? Is Bryant still free? Mr. Firay!"

Mr. Firay finally pulled away from me, keeping his head down. "No, they're fine," he told me in a husky voice.

My shoulders sagged in relief. "Then what's the matter?"

"I love you, Daphne," Mr. Firay murmured into my shoulder. "So much."

"I love you too," I responded, growing more and more confused.

Mr. Firay's body suddenly became tense. "I thought I lost you."

"Lost me?"

He raised his head, his eyes piercing into mine. My heart skipped a beat when I realized they were red- either from lack of sleep or crying. He let out a deep sigh, bringing one of his hands up to my face and gently stroking my cheek. There was a slight tremor to his hand.

"I've never been so terrified in my life," Mr. Firay started, setting his jaw. "I thought you were going to die, Daphne."

"Die?" I parroted, my mouth going dry.

Mr. Firay's face tightened, a look of pain crossing it. "I told you not to go to sleep. You didn't listen. The knife missed your vital organs, but you lost so much blood, and the poison was deep in your stomach, so they gave you a transfusion, and a few of the Everafter doctors tried taking the poison out with magic, but you were still in critical condition, and you slipped into a coma-"

"Coma?" I repeated incredulously, panic creeping up on me once again. "A coma?"

Mr. Firay nodded, shaking his head. "The doctors gave no explanation. I thought you wouldn't wake up though. I thought that I had somehow managed to get you killed, even though I tried my best to protect you. I thought-"

"Mr. Firay," I started, cutting him off. "Mr. Firay…Mustardseed, I'm okay."

He snapped his mouth shut, looking at me with smoldering eyes. Using all the strength I had, I raised my hand up to his cheek, resting it against him. "I'm okay," I repeated, feeling my eyes water. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, stupid," Mr. Firay responded, shutting his eyes and grabbing my hand, pressing it more securely to his cheek. "You have nothing to apologize for."

"But I worried you-"

Mr. Firay shook his head slightly. "I love worrying about you, Daphne. I just wish I didn't have to so much."

"You won't have to anymore right?"

Mr. Firay stayed silent. Panic started welling up within me. "How long have I been out for? Is Wendell okay? What about Sage? Where's Bryant?"

Mr. Firay put his hand over my mouth, effectively silencing me. "Daphne, you need to calm down. Wendell is fine. Sage is fine. Bryant's in jail."

"Bryant's in jail?" I repeated when Mr. Firay pulled his hand away.

Mr. Firay nodded. "The police got him."

It took a moment for the news to sink in. Bryant was finally captured. "And what about you?" I asked, growing nervous again.

He smiled slightly. "Since I was a good boy and quote, unquote, saved you, I'm off the hook."

"You're not in any trouble?"

"None at all."

My eyes welled up as a swirl of emotions passed through me, the most prominent one being relief. "I'm so glad," I finally said, doing my best to blink away my tears.

The door to my hospital room suddenly burst open, and a few doctors and my mom came in along with Sabrina, Puck, Basil, and Dad. Mr. Firay quickly moved out of the way so my mom could have better access to me. She threw her arms around me, squeezing me painfully. I gasped, my stomach clenching painfully.

"Mom," I gasped, trying to push her away. "You're hurting me!"

"Daphne! I'm so happy you're awake!" my mom blubbered, her voice thick with tears. "Oh, honey!"

I winced in pain as she continued to squeeze my aching body. "Mom-"

"I was so worried!"

"Please-"

"I thought you might not wake up!"

Dad put a hand on Mom's shoulder. "Honey, you're hurting her." But I could see him struggling not to attack me with a hug, too.

She gave me an apologetic smile. "Sorry."

Before I could reply, Sabrina threw herself on me. "Daphne Grimm, you scared us all." She then realized she was crushing me, so she held back a little.

I tried to hug her back. "I'm sorry, Sabrina."

"You're going to tell me everything as soon as you get better or so help me, Daphne Grimm, I will force it out of you-"

Puck squeezed Sabrina's cheeks, making her have fish lips. He shook her head in his hand. "Aw, you're so cute, trying to sound all intimidating to your hurt, little sister."

She tried removing his hand, scowling at him. "Lay off, Puck."

Puck smiled at me, ignoring my sister, and rubbed my shoulder. "I knew you were going to make it. You're a tough Marshmallow to crack."

I smiled. "Thanks."

Basil huffed. "You got the whole family worried. Uncle Jake actually threw a fit when we told him to wait outside because it'd be crowded in here…" He glanced at Mr. Firay. "I say we're way too crowded now."

"I have to call Wendell and Ariana. I promised them I'd call when you woke up..." Mom said, wiping her eyes off with her sleeve. "They'll be so relieved."

"Excuse me," one of the doctors clad in a white coat said, gently pushing Sabrina and Puck out of the way. "We need to do a check-up on her and make sure everything is okay."

Dad nodded, beckoning everyone to follow him out. Basil sighed in relief, and almost ran out of the room –he seems so concerned about me. My mom glanced at me with another worried smile, and Sabrina gave me another hug before she went out of the room. Puck moved out of the doctors way and I watched as he went over to Mr. Firay, saying something to him I couldn't hear. He stood up, nodding to Puck. Together they started for the door.

"Wait!" I cried out, my eyes widening. "Where are you going? Stay here!"

Puck sent me a large grin. "I have to go outside and get your uncle up-to-date. Basil and Henry are probably going to get snacks, and my godzilla of a wife will most likely look for peanut butter and cucumber sandwiches. Your mom is calling up your friends –you want to see them, right?"

"Yeah," I responded, my face falling slightly. "Mr. Firay-"

"I'm not supposed to be in here during a check up," he informed me with a tight smile. "I'm going to get something to eat from the café across the street. Do you want something?"

As if on cue, my stomach growled. A blush spread across my face as Mr. Firay chuckled. I hadn't realized how hungry I actually was. It actually kind of hurt.

"Cake?"

"Chocolate," I told him, adverting my gaze. "Thank you."

"Anything for you, Daphne."

Puck sent me a curious look before he disappeared through the door. Mr. Firay gave me one last lingering look before parting as well. I turned my attention to the doctor, who was in the process of taking out my I.V. I quickly shut my eyes, turning in the opposite direction, and trying to focus on anything but the feeling of the needle slipping out of my vein.

Half an hour later, the door burst open, scaring me half to death. Mr. Firay quickly slapped me on the back as I choked on a piece of cake. Ariana and Wendell came through the door, both with excited looks on their faces.

"Merry Christmas!" Ariana cried, flinging herself at me. She landed hard, causing me to groan in pain. Immediately she pulled back, looking sheepish. "Sorry!"

I shook my head, resting a hand on my sore stomach. "It's fine. And what are you talking about? Christmas isn't for another week..."

Ariana's head snapped to Mr. Firay. "You didn't tell her?"

"Tell me what?"

"You've been out for two months," Wendell told me in a serious voice. "I thought you were a goner-" He was abruptly cut off when Ariana elbowed him in the side.

She rolled her eyes as Wendell groaned in pain. "Ignore Wendell."

I turned to Mr. Firay. "We missed Christmas at my house!"

He smirked. "Actually, your mom postponed the dinner so we could celebrate it out of the hospital."

I sighed, relaxing. "That's good. I was really excited for this dinner. Anyways, how have I been in the hospital?"

"You've only been out for a little over a week," Ariana said.

"A week?" I repeated incredulously. "I've been gone for a week? Oh no..." A groan left my lips and I fell back onto my pillow.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Firay demanded, coming closer to my bed. "Are you okay?"

I shook my head. "No..."

"Should I call a doctor?"

"No, that's not it," I told him, smiling slightly at his concern. "I'm just terrified about the amount of math homework I've missed... As well as every other class."

"Well, at least you won't have to worry about home ec homework," Wendell told me in an amused voice.

I cocked my head to the side. "Why?"

Mr. Firay cleared his throat, turning away from me. "No reason."

"Firay's been skipping school so he could stay here with you," Wendell informed me, a smug smile slipping onto his face.

I turned to Mr. Firay, my eyes widening at the news. "Really?"

"I've only skipped two days," Mr. Firay informed me, shooting Wendell an annoyed look. "The other days I was given off since, you know, I was shot."

My mouth dropped open in shock. I had totally forgotten Mr. Firay had been shot! "Are you okay now?"

"I was okay when I got shot, Daphne," Mr. Firay responded with a shrug. "Although Bryant and James needed some serious medical attention..." He turned to Wendell with a smirk.

Wendell immediately dropped his gaze, scratching the back of his head. "I didn't mean to shoot him. I just panicked."

"You shot someone, Wendell?"

"James," he told me. "It was either shoot him or watch him attempt to kill you."

"But Wendell-"

"You shot someone too! Well, sort of!"

I frowned at him. If I scolded him, I'd be a hypocrite. Well, sort of. "Where's Sage?" I asked, deciding to change the subject.

"Dunno," Mr. Firay responded with a shrug. "I haven't seen him since Sunday... That was two days ago."

"I saw him today at school," Ariana interjected. "He said he was going to come by later."

"You saw him at school?"

Ariana nodded. "That's what I said."

"Why was he there?" I questioned, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

"Looking for Mr. Firay, I think," Ariana responded. "After I told him he wasn't there, he left."

Mr. Firay frowned. "I wonder what he wanted..."

"Obviously you," Ariana said slowly, giving Mr. Firay a funny look. "You don't listen well, do you?"

Mr. Firay scowled at her. "Well he wanted to talk to me for a reason, didn't he?"

"I don't know."

"So have you heard the good news?" Wendell asked, leaning towards me, ignoring the other two. "Bryant's in jail and he's going to be in there for a long time."

"I've heard," I responded, smiling widely back at him. "It's the best news I've heard all day."

Mr. Firay snorted. "You've only been up for an hour or so. There's not much you have heard."

I puffed my cheeks out at him. "Shut up."

He rolled his eyes. "Sure thing, princess."

"Princess? Aw, that's a cute nickname," Ariana interjected with a cheeky grin. "Is he prince, Daphne? Or king? I feel like Mr. Firay would prefer king."

"We don't have nicknames for each other," I told her, feeling my face heat up.

"You don't?"

"No!"

Wendell snorted. "What kind of couple are you guys? Lame."

I turned to Mr. Firay, who was shooting daggers at Wendell. "You're just jealous because Daphne fell for me and not you."

Wendell's head snapped towards Mr. Firay. "What?"

"You deaf?"

"No! I don't like Daphne!"

Mr. Firay smirked at him. "But you used to."

"No I didn't-"

"But I guess we both know Daphne prefers someone more mature," Mr. Firay continued with a small sigh. "Sorry, chap."

Wendell scowled at Mr. Firay, setting his jaw. "You're annoying, you know that?"

"I take it as a compliment."

Ariana laughed, nudging Wendell in his rib cage. "You can't insult someone like Mr. Firay, Wendell."

Wendell crossed his arms, turning away from her. "I'll figure out a way."

"Daphne, you're grinning like the Cheshire cat," Mr. Firay pointed out, an amused smile slipping onto his face.

Blinking in surprise, I realized I was indeed grinning broadly. I stopped immediately, feeling my muscles protest. Mr. Firay chuckled, reaching forward to ruffle my hair. I pulled his hand away, but didn't let go.

"I'm just happy that all this is over," I told him. "No more Bryant. No more gangs. No more problems..."

"No more hospitals," Mr. Firay added in a firm tone. "And no more shooting people. Okay, Daphne, Wendell?"

Wendell and I exchanged sheepish looks. "Right."

Ariana pouted. "Aw, I never got to shoot anyone..."

Mr. Firay, Wendell, and I all stared at her incredulously. A small blush spread across her cheeks and she held up her hands defensively. "Kidding, I was kidding..."

"Daphne, Matt, I hope you guys are decent!" a loud voice suddenly came from behind the door. "I don't want to walk in on you two again."

"Again?" Wendell echoed, his eyes widening.

I blushed, glaring as Sage entered the room, a satisfied smirk on his face. "There was no first time."

Sage faked a hurt look. "Are you calling me a liar? After I came all this way to visit you? Look, I brought chocolate!" He held out a small box of chocolate to me. "Does Daphne want some chocolate? Oh, I bet she does," he said, mimicking the way someone would talk to their pet.

"I don't want them," I snapped.

"I do!" Ariana interjected, snatching them from Sage's hand. "Thanks... Um..."

Sage frowned at her. "Sage. We've met before..."

"Oh! At Victoria's Secret!"

Mr. Firay snorted, quickly raising a hand to his face. He cleared his throat as Sage glared at him. "Well, no surprise there, Jer," he said with a shrug.

"Victoria's Secret, eh?" I repeated with a smirk. "I would have never guessed, Sage."

Sage flushed. "I wasn't there! I don't know what Ariana is talking about! I've never met her in there!"

"What do you mean?" Ariana responded, feigning a confused tone. "You were having trouble choosing between lace and silk..."

"I was not!"

I laughed at Sage's frantic denial. Mr. Firay started laughing too, turning his head away. Even Wendell was smirking in amusement. Sage stared at Ariana like she was crazy.

"You saw me get shot!" he cried desperately. "I drove you home!"

"I know," Ariana responded with a grin. "I was just kidding."

Sage froze, his expression going blank. I burst out laughing again, groaning in pain as my abs contracted. Mr. Firay sent me a worried look, but I shook my head at him.

"Seems like you've met your maker, Sage," I commented, raising my eyebrows.

Sage pursed his lips, appraising Ariana with his eyes. "We'll see."

Ariana puffed out her chest, looking back at Sage with determination. "By the way, Sage. You didn't ever deny going into Victoria's Secret... You just said you've never met me in there."

Once again Sage flushed as he stared at Ariana in disbelief. "I-"

Mr. Firay chuckled, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I like your friends, Daphne."

I smiled up at him. "Good, because I'm hoping you'll be around for a while."

"I'm hoping I'll be around forever," he responded, leaning down to kiss me.

When he pulled away, I realized Sage, Wendell, and Ariana were all staring at us. Sage looked amused, and Ariana and Wendell looked shocked. A blush crept its way onto my face.

"What?" I demanded. "You've never seen two people kiss before?"

Ariana opened her mouth, her eyes widening excitedly. After a moment she shut it, obviously changing her mind. "It's so cute when you guys kiss though!" she finally cried.

Wendell snorted. "No it's not."

"Jealousy," Sage, Ariana, and Mr. Firay all taunted.

"I'm not!"

I laughed, wincing as once again my stomach burned with pain. "Ow."

Mr. Firay chuckled, patting my head. "Okay. We should probably let you rest a little more before we reopen your wound."

"But I just got here," Sage protested.

"You can come back later."

"But-"

"In the meantime, we could go lingerie shopping if you want," Ariana suggested, putting a hand on Sage's shoulder.

Sage scowled at her. "Drop it, kid."

"Kid?" Ariana responded, raising an eyebrow. "According to Daphne, you're only two years older than me."

"Two years is still older."

"Not much."

Mr. Firay rolled his eyes, pushing on Sage's shoulder. "You guys can argue out there. Daphne needs rest."

"See you later, Daphne!" Ariana called, trying to duck under Sage, who was pushing her out the door as Mr. Firay pushed him.

"Bye!"

Wendell waved before following the trio out the door. Mr. Firay appeared again moments later, grabbing the door handle. He paused for a moment, staring at me.

I subconsciously raised a hand to my face. "What?"

Mr. Firay shook his head. "Nothing. Rest well, Daphne."

"I love you, Mustardseed."

He looked at me in surprise for a moment, and then smiled. "I love you too, Ms. Grimm."

A/N. Question: In the sequel, do you want Daphne to call Mr. Firay, Matt or Mustardseed? I tested 'Mustardseed' a bit in this, if you've guessed. Oh, and sorry how the Grimms just disappeared in the last part –It's 10:28 and I know you guys needed something to be posted tonight. But don't worry –we'll see them again next chapter.

All right. I was looking at this article "20 Weird Cravings" on Yahoo! Shine and one of the foods listed was, "Eggs with Spam and White Rice". Is it really that weird? We have that occasionally at home –we slice and dice the eggs and Spam and mix it with white rice. It's delicious…

Replies to Anons (I solemnly promise that I will at least get through ten of the signed-in reviewers from tonight to tomorrow):

Chapter 55 (): Thanks! ^^ No, you're not paranoid. :D You were right. And yes –if Sage was real, he'd look like JH. And a British one. Heehee. I KNOW, RIGHT? If you sound out the initials of Puck Archibald Cainly (pfffff), it's PAC…I felt like pointing that out. WTPUCK is the future! ^^ Thank you!

Wishes from the Trickster King Chapter 1 PenguinLoverGurl: Aw, I'm sorry I made you cry. If there was a Scrooge, that'd be amazing. And that's so true. I never met my mom's dad (my grandpa) so I wonder what he's like because he died when my mom was around my age. MtLBYaYLO, too!

Chapter 57 TheAfterShockNLI: I am happy, thanks. :D I'm actually kind of happy you caught that –you're not one to be moved so easily. You like being mentioned in A/Ns? I'll try to mention you a lot more. Oh, that's all right. I just wanted a sign to let me know that you were reading, that's all. Oops, I'll fix that "minutes/mittens" error, thanks. :D Well, Puck and Mseed will talk a lot during the Christmas dinner scene thing. :D You are very humble, my friend! The humblest of the most humblest people in this so very humble world. :D

Chapter 61 yellow.r0se: I accept your apology, but it wasn't necessary –I understand life's busy (heck, I haven't replied to many reviews and PMs in a week) so I'm not going to be a hypocrite and complain. Thanks so much! I'm sorry, but happy at the same time, that you were shocked (surprising people can be fun). Don't worry –they're not going to die. :') Thanks again! …you stayed up until 2? I only stay up that long on New Years. OH, wow. Lol, very rational. Well, that morning has passed –what happened to the bug? Did you ever see it again? Thanks for the review!

Chapter 61 killer bunnies: Heehee, blushing Daphne is adorable. Shock and horror…a scary combination, isn't it. :3 I know –that scene was like an emotional soap opera scene., wasn't it? T_T They will not die –if you read this chapter, they're alive and well. And yeah –you can't expect a sequel without the main characters. I love doing that! Knowing I got you to feel suspense totally made my day! Aw, thank you. Actually, I'm feeling much better –the braces aren't as annoying as they were last week, and we're all feeling better (I was able to go back to school Tuesday). Thank you!

Well, I really, really, really wanted to reply to more, but it's almost 11 PM (as I'm typing) this, so I need to sleep. They should have a "journal" section on FF so I can just write all of this there. :3 Thank you all for the prayers and the Get Wells! My family and I are so much better (we're not contagious anymore ;D) and my braces have become a small annoyance (hardly an annoyance anymore. Only thing is that I have to brush and floss like ten times a day).

I have a surprise for you guys –A chapter tomorrow! YAAAYYYY! Man will I be busy. And lucky you all! I'm going to not finish this story by Monday. (I don't have a lot of time. I still have like two or three things planned, and I have to dedicate this story to ALL my reviewers) Most likely, I will end this the first of May, signaling the end of SG also (well, that actually ends Monday, because I do get the book by then, but…). But since that's the last SG book, we're sure to see many new fanfics. And so, May 4th, I'll post the first chapter of the sequel. All right with you guys?

Now…sigh…I'm sweating right now….typing when you're really tired is hard…hhhh…see you tomorrow!

~Lara

PS. Happy Earth Day!