A/N: This one is just because I'm obsessed with ¡Viva Navidad! and the Three Caballeros.

You gain a new appreciation for home when you are away from it. Gosalyn knew this to be true from all her adventures to various parallel universes.

And from her most recent trip to Mexico.

Donald had been the one to extend the invitation, saying his friend Panchito Pistoles had invited him down to partake in a Mexican Christmas and if Launchpad was willing to fly them down there, he could bring his family (i.e. Gosalyn and Drake) along, too. And Launchpad had enthusiastically accepted.

When they'd arrived, they'd all found out that not only had Panchito been awaiting their arrival, but so had Donald's Brazilian friend, José Caricoa, a colorful parrot.

Panchito was the perfect host, shepherding the group (Donald, his nephews, Webby, Launchpad, Drake, Gosalyn, and José) around his hometown and celebrating a traditional Mexican Christmas with them.

Honestly, Gosalyn remembered the trip in snapshots, having been so caught up in all the festivities and the food and parties. But she'd taken enough photos to fill the gaps in her memory.

"This is the town square. The Christmas tree in the middle has ornaments that the citizens hand made. And it's hard to see, but there are poinsettias covering the ground from the tree to the fence there."

Negaduck studied the photo in silence, his expression the same as it had been from the first picture of the street markets with all their vibrant colors. It hadn't changed when Gosalyn had described the Pastorelas they had seen that had echoed with laughter. Maybe she'd gotten the translation wrong. She had only taken Spanish in high school after all; she had only been able to understand the gist of conversations as it was and it was better in person.

And now, as Gosalyn detailed their final night when they had been apart of Las Posadas in Panchito's neighborhood, Negaduck was as unresponsive as before.

Yes, Gosalyn might have misinterpreted the Pastorelas. Maybe she wasn't a great photographer or storyteller. But Mexico had been filled with color, laughter, and a beauty to Christmas she'd never seen.

And Negaduck's lack of reaction wasn't going to take that away from her.

Tucking her phone into her lap, she said, "If you're not interested, we can talk about something else."

Negaduck glanced up to her, eyes studying her face. He did that a lot ever since he'd returned from Oblivion, the parallel universe he'd been trapped in for the past three years. He was quieter. More contemplative. More likely to study Gosalyn than he had been before.

He cocked his head to one side. "You think I'm not interested."

It wasn't a question.

"I know you get… territorial when I bring up Dad. Me telling you about a trip I took with him…. I understand. Is all I'm trying to say."

Negaduck nodded and settled back into his broken down couch. "How was the culture shock?"

Gosalyn shrugged. "Panchito and José were good about explaining anything we asked about. It was easier for me to adjust, I think, because this time I just got to be myself when I traveled, you know? I didn't have to figure out a parallel universe and all its rules. I didn't have to worry about searching for the different versions of myself or Dad or Launchpad or you. I knew you were safe here at home, so I didn't have to look for you. I was just a tourist. I got to look around and shop and see the sights like a normal person."

Negaduck went still, eyes zeroed in on her.

What had caused him to look so taken aback?

Had it been when she'd brought up her father? Or Launchpad?

What had she said?

Gosalyn didn't remember it being so hard to be with Negaduck before Oblivion. He'd always been a little unpredictable and sensitive to certain topics, but it hadn't been like this.

It was like they'd regressed to the beginning of their relationship, Negaduck hesitant and revealing nothing personal, Gosalyn cautious and carefully avoiding anything that would cause him to shut down.

But.

She'd gotten Negaduck to trust her once.

She could do it again.

"You, um," Negaduck cleared is throat (she really must have messed up if he couldn't even find his voice). "What… what was your process for multi-universal travel?"

Oh.

He hadn't yet heard about the three years she'd spent in constant travel looking for him. He'd pieced together some details, but they didn't talk about it. Talking about what Gosalyn had done during their separation would likely lead to what Negaduck had done. And she knew he wanted to forget as many details about Oblivion as he could, so she didn't dredge any of that up if she could avoid it.

"Do you really want to talk about that?" Gosalyn asked, keeping her tone casual. Letting him know he was okay with whatever decision he made.

Negaduck released a small sigh then nodded once.

And so she told him.

Maybe she'd circle back to Mexico one day. Probably in random recollections and recovered memories.

But for now, she filled in some of the space that kept them apart over the last three years.