"I just love grocery shopping," Cinderella said, as she and Lonnie headed to Auradon's outdoor market, "I love picking out fresh food for my family. Do you like grocery shopping, Lonnie?"

"Well," the teen confessed, embarrassed, "actually, I tend to hang out with my friends whenever I go grocery shopping. My parents and grandma are always griping at me to pay attention, but-"

"You sound like Chad," Cinderella chuckled, stopping to pick up a cart, "but good nutrition is a must for a family so please pay attention today, okay."

"Okay."

"Candy apples!" Evie interrupted, waving at them, "Free samples of my new recipe! Would you like to try it? They're nutritious and delicious, but not malicious."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that!" Cinderella laughed, taking a bite, "Mmm, yes, very good, Evie!"

"It is really good, Evie!" Lonnie agreed, savoring hers, "What's this new recipe that you have?"

"Well, actually," Evie admitted, blushing, "It's my mother's old recipe, but Mal found a spell in her book that negates the sleeping death part. Do you really like them?"

Cinderella and Lonnie slowly lowered the fruit from their mouths, their eyes growing wide.

"Well, ah, yeah, I guess it's great," Cinderella laughed nervously, "Are you sure that Mal's spell took care of the, ah, old, ah, problem?"

"Well, yeah," Evie shrugged, "I mean, you guys just took a bite and you're still awake, right?"

"True..." Cinderella admitted, beginning to relax.

"Evie!" Doug interrupted, "Have you sold any apples yet?" He paused, looking at her customers, "Oh, hey, Cinderella; hey Lonnie!"

Evie pointed, "Just two."

"Hey, that's a great start!" he nodded, looking relieved, "I was a little worried about your recipe's reputation."

"Just a little? Last night, you said-"

"Well, okay, let's not go into that!" he grinned sheepishly

"You'll let me know if I can help you, won't you?" he said, turning back to the shoppers, "I'm doing the morning shift before I have to get home to help my family do some home repairs."

"Okay," Cinderella agreed, "What's wrong with the seven dwarfs' house?"

"Oh, just about everything," he groaned, "It'd take me all day to explain."

"Oh," Cinderella nodded, then she got an idea, "Hey Doug, do you have time to run through this list with Lonnie? I know that you're the cook in your family and I bet that she'd like hanging out with you more than me."

"That's not true!" Lonnie protested, but Cinderella waved her off and headed for the entrance when Doug agreed.

"Hey, Lonnie!" Jane called, interrupting the two teens as they studied the list in the midst of the cold-foods section, "How's Wife Camp going?"

"It's great!" Lonnie lied cheerfully, not wanting to sound negative, "But I've only been there one day."

"My mom said we that could use our magic to keep the cold foods from getting to warm in the sun," Jane continued, gesturing towards her fellow fairy-children.

Florie, Fawn, and Mary stopped in the midst of their latest argument, a continuation of their mothers' age old row about color, and waved. Lonnie took a couple cautious steps backwards, reminded that nothing good happened when they were quarreling. As if to read her mind, there was suddenly a huge explosion of pink, blue, and green fairy dust and shoppers screamed, dropped their bags, and dashed for cover.

"Lonnie, over here!" the Blue Fairy's daughter, Bonnie, called covering her mouth to muffle her laughter, "You'll be safe over here!"

Lonnie ran, almost frantic to get out of the magical smoke before something crazy happened, but she didn't forget to pat her nose to make sure that it was still the right size.

"Oh, fibbing, were you?" Bonnie asked, grinning.

"Yeah," she answered, "I told Jane that Wife Camp is going great."

Bonnie nodded sympathetically, "Oh, I see."

"You look like you could use some happy thoughts and a little fly around Auradon, " a voice whispered in Lonnie's ear, sounding like tiny bells jingling.

"Tina!" Lonnie spun around to face Tinkerbell's daughter, "I haven't seen you in ages; what have you been up too?"

"I just like to slip away sometimes," she continued, with a sly smile, "and do a little spying on the VK's of the Isle!" Winking,she finished, "Don't tell Paul Pan, but Harry Hook is pretty hot!"

"Oh, you naughty girl," Lonnie was scandalized, waving her finger at her friend. Giggling, she added, "Oh, I get it, you're joking, right?"

"Heck no," Tina shook her head, "I wouldn't lie in front of Bonnie!"

"I saw CJ sunning on the beach yesterday." she went on, "Harry and Uma were there too-talking, but the barrier is too strong for me to hear what they said."

"That's practically treacherous!" Lonnie gasped.

"Nah," Tina shook her head, "I wish that I'd been able to hear them though; they might have been scheming to take over Auradon!" She sighed, "I wanted Paul to go with me, but he wouldn't."

"Paul Pan is so serious that he wouldn't know fun if it smacked him in the face," Lonnie rolled her eyes, "I can't believe that Ally is going to the Jewelbilee with him next month!"

"I know, right?

"There you are, Lonnie," Doug called, trotting up, "I'm sorry I lost you in all that craziness!"

"No, problem," Turning to her fairy friends, she explained, "Cinderella has some big surprise planned for me tonight, but I was pretty overwhelmed after yesterday so she thought that shopping with someone my own age would be fun."

"I can understand that," Bonnie nodded, then her eyes lit up, "Hey, I've got an idea! After our shift is over, why don't we come over and visit? Maybe we could help with the chores."

"What a great idea!" Tina agreed, "I'll go talk to the others right now!"

"Well, alright; but let me check first," Lonnie said, cautiously, "I'll stop by before we leave with the verdict."

"Come on," Doug reminded her, "Let's see; pizza is first on the list. Easy peasy."

"Pizza is easy?" Lonnie asked cautiously, "I thought that there was a hundred ingredients in pizza."

Doug laughed, "You can put as few or as many ingredients on pizza as you like. I make it all the time at home. It's Uncle Grumpy favorite."

"Let's see," he continued, studying the list, "It says pizza, but not what kind of pizza. Do you know?"

She shook her head, "It was going to be my choice and I said that I'd think about it."

"Well, I hope you have because it's decision time."

"Uh-How about a Hawaiian pizza?" she shrugged.

"Perfect! That doesn't have many ingredients. We'll need a crust, ham, cheese, and pineapple-Uh-oh…"

"What?"

"The cousins…"

"Oh, I'm sure it's alright now;" Lonnie assured him, "after the ruckus they caused, I bet they're laying low."

"Yeah, I guess we'd better give them the benefit of the doubt."

"We need that ham and cheese," she reminded him, "I just hope that Fawn made one of the hams green. That would be hilarious."

Doug shook his head, "Sorry, no such thing; a green ham is a moldy ham."

"Ewww!"

"Okay," he continued, after they picked out an enormous ham, "I bet this will be plenty for you guys. Now, for the dough and the cheese."

"The dough?"

"For the crust."

"In that's in the cold foods section?"

"Yeah, dough spoils faster at room temperature-all bread does."

"Now, the cheese," he said, checking off the crust after they picked it up, "Did you know that mozzarella cheese is made from the milk of water buffalo?"

She raised her eyebrows, "Ah, no…"

"And now the pineapple." he said, turning towards the fruit section after picking up a bag of cheese, "Do you know how to tell if pineapple is ripe?"

"No…aren't they ripe when they're brought to the market?"

"No!" he smiled wryly, "Mostly fruit is sold before it's really ripe."

"Most fruits continue ripening after it's picked," he continued, "so if it gets to the store before it's really ripe, the store has a longer time to sell it before it goes bad and has to be thrown out." He gave her an example. "Think of bananas. Sometimes you buy them when they're green, but in a day or so they get yellow."

"So, anyways," he concluded, "with a pineapple, you can tell if they're really ripe by smelling the bottom. If it's ripe, it'll smell sweet."

After adding the pineapple to their cart, Doug glanced at the list, "It says cobb salad. Do you know what the ingredients are?"

"I don't even know what that is!"

"That's alright, Lonnie!" he rushed to assure her, "That's why I'm here. I know what to get; I just wanted to know if you knew. We need lettuce, bacon, eggs, chicken, avocados, tomatoes, and bleu cheese."

"What? Blue cheese? Is that something Mary creates to sell here?"

"No!" Dough cracked up, "Bleu cheese is a type of cheese, not the color of the cheese!"

"What kind of animal does it come from?"

"Cows, sheep, or goats; it doesn't matter. What makes it different is how they make it. It ripens in cultures of a mold called Penicillium." Grinning, he added, "It's a cool science experiment, if you ask me!"

"Isn't penicillium a medicine?"

"Well, the medicine does come from the same mold."

"O-kay," she glanced at her watch, "This is a lot of ingredients, Doug, maybe we'd better split up so we don't keep Cinderella waiting."

"I think I should go over all the food with you," he countered, "I know that she would."

"Well, I don't think that it's absolutely necessary to go over every food right now!" she insisted, sounding slightly sarcastic and overwhelmed, "Besides, we need to get back before Jane and the others fairies stop by this afternoon."

"And," she finished, pointedly, "you need to get home to help with fix the seven dwarves' house."

"Ugh, don't remind me!" he paused, still hesitating, "Are you sure that you can find everything?"

"I'll do it."

"Okay, but here's a few quick tips. Ripe avocados are slightly soft. Make sure the tomatoes are mostly firm. A few soft spots don't matter because you can cut them out, but tomatoes with lots of bad spots are spoiled. And make sure the eggs aren't cracked in the carton. Sometimes they are because eggs are fragile, but spoiled eggs can make you sick." He nodded at the cart, "You take this. I'll get another one and get the other stuff. Let's meet here in a half hour."

"Where would I be without you, Doug?" Lonnie asked once they rendezvoused.

"Oh, you'd probably be glad that you didn't have to listen to Auradon's resident nerd."

"You're not a nerd!"

"Yes, I am," he grinned, "but I'm dating the prettiest girl, so what do I care?"

"Well, okay, you are a nerd," she admitted, "but Evie does complement you well."

"Do you have any questions about the stuff you got?"

"No, your advice did the trick."

"Hey, kids!" the queen called, walking towards them, "How'd it go?"

"It was great!" Lonnie assured her, "Thanks to Doug."

"Aw, shucks."

"You shouldn't be bashful?" she cracked up, hugging him, "because you were really helpful today!"

"As always," Cinderella added.

"Can Jane and the other fairy kids come over this afternoon?" Lonnie asked, "I, well, I admitted that I'm a little overwhelmed with Wife Camp so they want to come over and help this afternoon."

"An excellent idea!" Cinderella nodded, "The more the merrier, I say!"

"I'll tell them," Doug said, waving them on, "You guys go ahead."

"Thanks, Doug."

Once they were back at Charming castle, Lonnie kept glancing at her watch, impatiently excited to have her friends come over.

"They'll be along in an hour or so," Cinderella laughed, as they unpacked their bags, "From what I remember about the market's schedule. But, oh, dear, will you remind them to be careful with their magic? Prince Charming won't like a mess and I don't want our little friends getting accidentally hurt."

"Oh, of course!"

Suddenly the front doorbell rang.

"Wow, could that be them? That's fast!"

"Yes, it is" Cinderella was surprised, "You'd better go see-it might not be them."

"We got kicked out," Jane explained when Lonnie opened the door, her face scarlet with embarrassment, "by my own mother."

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

"It was our fault," Mary admitted sheepishly, pointing at herself and her cousins, "We got into another argument and, well-"

"The blueberries got turned green, the milk blue, and the lettuce red," Florie finished her sentence.

"And worst of all, Evie's apples disappeared."

"She was very upset," Bonnie added, looking downcast, "not that I blame her."

"Jane and I tried to bring them back," she continued, "but nothing worked until Evie called Mal. She was able to get them back with her spell book."

"Whoa! Score a point for VK magic."

"Mom was furious about the whole mess," Jane added, "I don't know who called her, but when she got there she kicked us all out for the rest of the day." Looking nervous, she added, "I think that she thought that we'd go home, but we knew that you were expecting us so we came here without telling her."

"Oooo," Lonnie teased, grinning mischievously.

"I feel really bad about misleading her, but you sounded so lonely this morning and we said that we'd come."

"I'm sure that it's alright." Lonnie shrugged, adding, "Oh! Cinderella asked me to remind you to be careful with your magic while you're here."

"Now, that is a reminder that we don't need!" Bonnie answered emphatically.

"That's for sure!" Jane nodded, "In fact, let's not use magic at all while we're here, agreed?"

"Agreed!"

"I'm glad to hear that, girls," Prince Charming said, surprising them as he came into the hall, "Lonnie, do you know where Cinderella is?"

"I was just helping her unpack the groceries when the doorbell rang,"

"Oh good! Fairy Godmother is stopping by in an hour or so to go over construction plans for a new wing of classrooms at your school that we're financing." Heading towards the kitchen, he added, "I need her opinion about something beforehand."

"Oh great," Jane muttered, "Mom is coming here."

"Well, she didn't say that you couldn't come over." Lonnie reminded her, shrugging.

"Yeah, but I didn't ask."

"I've heard that it's easier to get forgiveness than permission."

Everyone laughed, before she added seriously, "I'm sure we could disappear pretty easily, if you really think that that you'll get in trouble. Cinderella will put us to work on something and we probably won't even see your mom."

"True," Jane nodded slowly, warming up to the idea.

"That's not exactly honest…" Bonnie said, "I mean, chances are, once you explain why we're here, your mom won't even mind."

"But, what if she does?" Florie asked, "Where would that leave Lonnie?"

"It's not really dishonest," Mary said, "What Fairy Godmother doesn't know won't hurt her, right?"

"I'm sure that it'll be fine," Fawn said.

"And it sounds like fun!" Tina added, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"You guys are practically villainous," Bonnie laughed, rolling her eyes and throwing up her hands in defeat, "I just hope that my mother doesn't find out!" She patted her nose and laughed again.

"Well, the formal dining room needs cleaning," Cinderella said, in answer to their inquiry about a large job, "There's a list on the table."

"Perfect!" Jane gushed.

"We want to help too! We want to help too!"

"Of course, you may!" Cinderella assured the young animals, "There is plenty of work for everyone-only ask your parents first." Turning back to the teenagers before she left them, she added, "Thanks for your help girls!"

"Don't worry about anything!" Fawn assured her, then after the queen was out of earshot, she added, "And no magic, remember?"

"Don't be such a worry wart." Mary said, hands on her hips.

"Or a spoil sport," Florie added, rolling her eyes.

"I've never been to a formal dinner before," Lonnie muttered nervously, "Is that her surprise?"

"Doesn't your dad host formal military balls?"

"Back in China, yeah, I guess," she shrugged, "but not since they moved to Auradon-we don't exactly have a military here, remember?"

"We're back! We're back!" the little animals returned with their parents, interrupting the conversation.

"We can do it; we can do it," Jaq said, in a sing-song voice.

"There's really nothing to it," his wife added, smiling.

"We'll make the dining room so pretty," the kids shirked with joy.

Entering the enormous dining on tiptoes, the entire group felt almost like intruders as they walked noiselessly over the carpet.

"Hmm," Jane said, handing the list to Lonnie, "This is your show; you do the honors."

Lonnie nodded, feeling like a fish out of water.

"Polish and dust off the table and chairs," she began, "hem in the drapes and tablecloth an inch, vacuum the carpet, mop the marble floor, polish the silverware and the chandelier, replace the burned out lights in the chandelier-oh my goodness, is she serious about all this stuff?"

"Don't worry about it," Fawn reassured her, "We got this."

"Let's sing our old work song again." Gus suggested.

"Is there anything else on the list, Lonnie?" Bonnie asked.

"Set the table, pick flowers and make arrangements, and clean the windows."

"Doesn't Cinderella have people to do all this stuff?" Mary asked.

"She gave the staff a week off because she and Prince Charming were so excited about the engagement."

"Bummer," Florie winced, then rubbed her hands together, "Well, let's get started. I'll whip up some beautiful arrangements for the table, since we all know that I'm the best with plants."

"She thinks she has a green thumb," Fawn whispered in Lonnie's ear.

"I heard that."

"But, you can't use magic, Florie," Bonnie reminded her, "We promised, remember?"

"Oh, poo," Florie scowled, "I remember." She smiled coyly, "Oh well, I'll just slip outside and pick some flowers from the garden."

"You'd better remember," Mary said, suspecting that a ruse was on.

"Can we come?" the little mice asked, "We're good at digging."

"Oh, no, no, I'll be right back," Florie smiled coyly again, then scurried outside before anyone could stop her.

"So, what's next?" Tina asked, ignoring the others' looks of concern.

"Mary, why don't you polish the silverware, tables, and chairs, and set the table-remember to use the fine china-and I'll hem the drapes and tablecloth," Fawn suggested.

"I'll vacuum and mop if you'll help me, Lonnie?" Jane volunteered. Grinning, at the animals, she added, "You little ones can help us, if you like-just don't get sucked into the vacuum!"

"We'll watch them," Jaq assured her.

"Okay," Lonnie agreed, nervously eyeing the youngsters, thinking about the times that Crickee's small size got him into trouble.

"Why don't you clean the windows, Bonnie," Tina suggested, "and I just pop up there and polish the chandelier and replace any burned out lights. We'll make quick work of it."

"You can't just pop up there, Tina," Bonnie reminded her, "No magic, remember?"

"But flying is natural!" Tina protested, "It's not like I'm going to use my wand or sprinkle everyone with pixie dust!"

"I think the birds could do it." Lonnie said.

"But I can do it done faster," Tina argued, "Besides, the birds are helping you."

"I could send them over here…"

"Oh, just let Tina go up," Jane waved her hand impatiently, anxious get started, "We need the birds to help us. I'm sure it will be fine."

Bonnie scowled, "But we agreed not to use magic, Jane, and we wouldn't bend the rule for Florie."

"How else will she get up so high?" Jane asked, nodding at the vaulted Gothic-style ceiling and windows. Won't you both need to fly?"

"A ladder, of course."

"Ugh," Mary muttered, "A ladder would be so cumbersome, especially when you could just pop up and back down again."

"And we need to hurry," Lonnie added, "There's only one ladder.""

Bonnie was sullen, "Oh, just go ahead then. Whatever. But, I'm going to use the ladder."

"Suit yourself," Tina replied, bouncing into the air, rag and hand.

The others watched her zealous working in silence for a minute before shaking off their guilty feelings to go about their business; They were so focused that they didn't hear Florie's return, her arms laden with several colorful bouquets.

The sound of shattering glass made everyone whirled around; Florie's face was as red as her dress.

"What is this?" she cried, outraged, "Tina gets to use magic, but I don't? Guys, I was out there sweating up a storm and pricking my fingers a half dozen times on rose thorns, and then I come in here and she is up there floating around just as easy as you please."

"I told you," Bonnie hissed at Jane.

"And I suppose this was your idea?" the angry fairy pointed her finger at her cousins.

"No!" Mary shot back forcefully, "It was not our idea."

"But we did go along with it," Fawn acquiesced.

"That's just as bad," Florie cried angrily, "or worse!" Encompassing everyone in her finger pointing, she raved, "I knew it, I knew it! I never should have trusted any of you!"

"Well, now, just a minute," Mary interrupted her tirade, "Cinderella might have roses in her garden, but where did you get those other flowers-and the vases? You weren't gone long enough to run to the store."

Florie instantly turned sullen, not replying.

Mary nodded, knowingly, "I thought so. And since we didn't even ask Cinderella if we could pick her flowers, I suppose you used magic to replace the roses that you took-or maybe you just created them too!"

"I don't have to admit anything to you-it's you guys who broke your word!"

"And you didn't?" Mary snapped.

"Now, just a minute, Florie, Mary," Jane intervened, "Tina says that flying isn't the same as using a wand."

"It's not?"

"No, it's not, Florie," Tina explained, alighting gently on the floor, "Flying is naturally for us. We're not using our magic when we fly."

"But our moms, in agreeing to not use magic, went without even flight for sixteen years to keep Queen Aurora away from Mal's mom."

"Oh, get over it already, Florie!" Mary huffed, then gasped sharply when her blue dress changed to red, "What? No way!"

Suddenly Florie's dress was blue.

"Guys, wait!" Jane cried, bolting into the middle of the argument, her dress instantly turning purple when the two colors hit at the same time, "This isn't the time for-"!"

"You should have thought about that a little sooner," Florie snapped, "You know, I was willing to go with nice colorful arrangements for Cinderella's party but now I think that it should have red theme!"

"Cinderella's color has always been blue!" Mary shot back.

"Oh no, please!" Lonnie squeaked, choking on her words when her clothes turned purple in the melee.

The other fairy children rushed forward, doing their best to return things to their proper color, but they couldn't keep up and suddenly an ear-splitting squeak stopped everyone in their tracks. Whirling around, Lonnie saw that Jaq's young son had been turned completely purple.

"Not again!" she gasped, scooping him up and planting a kiss on his trembling nose.

"Now, that is enough!" Bonnie exploded, yanking the wand right out of Florie's hand. Jane did the same to Mary and both fairies shrank back under their friends' withering glare, suddenly aware of what they'd done.

"I don't think we can fix this on our own," Bonnie sighed, surveying the mess with wide eyes, "I'm sorry, Jane, but if your mom is still here...we're going to need her."

"Whatever." Jane shrugged, not caring anymore, "I'll go get her."

"We're so sorry, little one." Florie and Mary knelt down to speak with the child, now cradled in his father's arms on Lonnie's lap, "We're so sorry, Jaq. We're so sorry, Lonnie. We've got no excuse for what we've done."

"Confession is a great start," Fairy Godmother's calm voice resonated throughout the large room, surprising everyone with how quickly she'd arrived, "Thank you girls."

"I want an explanation for this right now!" Prince Charming demanded, gripping his shocked wife tightly as they walked in.

"It's all my fault, sir," Florie admitted, "We pledged not to use our magic, but when I saw Tina in the air, polishing the chandelier, I got so mad that I lost my head."

"It's my fault too," Mary admitted, "When I realized that Florie had used magic to create the bouquets, I rubbed it in her face after she was already mad at us for letting Tina fly."

"And mine," Lonnie offered, "I should've insisted that the birds be allowed to clean the chandelier."

"You're the least responsible, Lonnie," Jane said, waving her apology away, "You don't even have magic."

"But, as you said," Lonnie argued, "it's my show."

"Why did you use magic, Tina?" Fairy Godmother asked, holding up her hand for silence, "even though you pledged not too?"

"I-I-I," she began, surprised that she was being interrogated, "I didn't think I was-I'm a pixie; we fly naturally."

Fairy Godmother gave her a weird look, "Just because flying is a part of your essence, don't mean that it's natural when you do it."

"My job was to polish the chandelier and replace the lights." the teenager countered, "Flying was the only way to get up that high."

"What about the ladder?"

"Bonnie was using it-waiting would have wasted precious time."

"Not using magic inherently makes any job longer," Fairy Godmother answered, "That's why it's called magic."

"Whoever is at fault, we can deal with later," Prince Charming interrupted forcefully, "but I want you girls to fix this right now! Magic or no!"

"Now, dear," Cinderella answered gently, "I'm sure everything will be fine for dinner tonight."

"I want it to be more than fine," he insisted, "I want it to be perfect-like you."

"Hush, dear," she gave him a look.

"He is right though; this mess does need cleaning up." Fairy Godmother said, looking around, "The girls don't quite have enough magical skills to put things right, but if you'll just excuse me for a few minutes, I'll go get my wand."

"I'd like the girls to be the principal ones cleaning up," Prince Charming answered stubbornly.

"And so they shall! What would you say about me putting the room's condition back the way it was when they found it? Then they can just start over again."

"That would be excellent!"

"Good!"

"Cheer up, girls," Cinderella said, as they waited, "I'm done with the business about Auradon Prep so I can help you." Smiling she added, "And, don't worry, I've seen bigger messes from my old step family!"

"Really?" Prince Charming was shocked, "You never told me that."

"It wouldn't have been kind," she pointed out, "especially since Beast exiled them to the Isle."

"Still, you could have told me…"

"And what would you have done?"

"I-I-I would have done something."

"Yes, dear, I'm sure you would have,"

"I would have! I-" he started to protest, but Fairy Godmother's return silenced him.

Turning to the teenagers, she reminded them, "I'm going to put this room back the way it was when you came in this afternoon and I want absolutely no magic being used this time, understand?"

"Yes!"

"Would you at least save my bouquets, Fairy Godmother?" Florie asked.

"Did you obtain them through magic?"

"Well, yes," Florie was sullen again.

"Then, no, dear," Fairy Godmother shook her head, "I will not."

And, without another word, she walked to the center of the room, spread her arms and pointed her wand towards the ceiling, "Bibidi babidi boo!"

Author's Notes: As usual, my apologies for being so late to update. Even after being on Fanfiction for as long as I have, I still like to imagine that I can get updates out regularly. What a joke, right? Ugh!

At any rate, I'm sure that you noticed that I created a lot of the fairy names. Florie, Fawn, and Mary are the daughters of Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather. I once read that Walt Disney was going to make it so they controlled, respectively, plants, animals, and the weather, but he eventually dropped the idea. I think it said that it complicated the plot to much, but I can't remember. Anyways, that's where I got the line about Florie being good with plants. I don't know if they're actually cousins, but it seems to fit them.

Bonnie got her name from Bonnie Blue Butler, the daughter of Rhett and Scarlett in "Gone with the Wind". Maybe it's scraping the bottom of the imagination bowl, but Bonnie Blue's name made me think of the Blue Fairy. Go figure, right?

Tina got her name from an old classmate that I ran into during while I was writing this chapter. Because of that chance meeting, it was the first name that popped into my head when I was thinking about names that sounded sort of like Tinkerbell.

Did you catch the place where I hinted at what Man Camp Day 2 would be in the next chapter?