Author's Note: My apologies for taking so long to get back to writing for this collection.

Song: Reflection

Original Movie: Mulan

Tiana placed a hand on each hip and slowly stretched backwards as she walked through her front door, attempting to make her back hurt less. Three different servers had neglected to show up for their shifts, and she had insisted on taking over their roles in addition to cooking, with Naveen helping out as best as he could.

He shut the door behind them. It had been a very long day for the pair. Tiana suddenly let out a noise of disgust, her eyes on the mirror hung near the entryway of their home. "Covered in flour...but do I look like a mess," she shook her head, attempting to dust some flour away from the skirt of her dress. "You know, I think I got myself about twelve more burns tonight," she studied herself in the mirror and attempted to pat down a section of hair escaping her ponytail. She sighed.

"Something is wrong?" Naveen asked, removing her coat for her and hanging it on the coat rack before doing the same with his own jacket. He spotted the mirror. "Ah. You are admiring your beauty. This I can understand."

Tiana scoffed at him. "I don't feel none too pretty right now. I look like a complete mess."

"And when has that mattered to you?" he cocked his head to the side, his eyes dancing mischievously. Tiana crossed her arms, waiting for him to explain himself. "I just mean, it is unlike you to note what you look like. You are typically more concerned with business than with your looks."

"I know, and the truth of it is, it don't matter, but I still like to look somewhat presentable. Not sure I make the best impression on new customers when I look like the flour bag exploded on me."

"Tiana," Naveen wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned his head into the crook of her neck so that his lips were right beside her right ear. "You are not looking correctly."

"Oh?" Tiana shivered from the sensation of his words purring into her ear, not unpleasantly.

"You are seeing a flour covered waitress in this looking glass. This is simply not the case. Faldi faldonza, that someone as beautiful and smart as you would miss what is right before her! This can not continue," he kissed her on the neck. "So, I will elaborate for you."

He turned her around so that he could study her. "Your face, while flour covered, is the most beautiful I've ever seen. Your hands are, admittedly, kind of rough," he gave them a squeeze, "but this is merely testament to how hard you have worked to realize your dreams. Your body is a thing of beauty, which shines all the brighter when you dance. And the clothes do not matter. But there is the far most important part here..."

"And that is?"

"That the mirror does not show you how beautiful you are on the inside, unless you smile first. It takes your smile to realize what's inside. The mirror says that you are beautiful, but it forgets that you are also kind, loving and warm."

Tiana kissed him then, and Naveen pulled her as close to him as he could. "Of course, the mirror also says that your husband is handsome, even covered in flour." Tiana gave him a playful shove.

"C'mon, pretty boy. We should probably both go take a bath."

Author's Note: Yes, it's short. Sorry, but I felt like it didn't need to be that long. I will try to make the next one longer.