You gotta be gettin' it somewhere. Family inheritance?"

"No."

"Do you sell stock?"

"Try again."

Allen slouched against his car door, glaring at the purple stop light. "You mug people."

"Do you really think I would do that?" Oliver tossed his passenger a broken pout. "Well, I don't," he said before Allen could open his mouth.

"Then how you gettin' all this cash?"

"I run the bakery!"

"Come on, Ollie. You ain't busy as you make yourself out to be."

"Hm, even if I was not, I will not tell you. I cannot have you running away on me again!"

"Do you know how suspicious that sounds? 'Sides, I already told you, I'm here to stay."

"Ooh, but this is really bad."

"You gon' tell me or not?"

Oliver shook his head.

"What the fuck."

"Fine, I will tell you," the baker murmured, trying to keep his voice low so he would not burst into mad laughter again.

Allen straightened. "Shit, really?"

"Yes," Oliver waited a suspenseful moment for a grin to stretch across his face. "I get a dollar every time you swear."

"Ugh, seriously!"

More giggling.

"Fine, who gives you these dollars? Little elves underneath your bed?"

"Yes! They have green hands and pointed ears."

"No they don't!"

"I lied," Oliver admitted. "They have normal ears like us."

"Ollie!"

"We are back home, darling." Oliver leaped out of the vehicle as soon as he cut the engine. He opened the trunk, excavating its contents before hurrying to the bakery's door. Allen snatched a few heavy bags as he struggled with the lock.

Before his partner could try again, the phone rung almost immediately as they entered. Oliver sighed lightly, rushing to one of the tables to set the bags down, and dart for the phone. "Hello, Queen's Cupcakes, how may I help you?"

Allen gave him a 'I swallowed a lemon' face, but did not say anything as he took the bags to the kitchen. The other line announced in a low voice, "Oliver, it's Lutz."

"Oh, what do you need?"

"Something happened last night when Feliciano went to bed."

"Something bad?"

"No...Luciano is back."

Oliver widened his eyes. "No! Really?!"

"Really what?" Allen asked from the kitchen. Oliver swished a hand at him.

"Yes, really. I thought he would come back like...like some small, angry monster, but he was calm and happy about...whatever happened!"

"So him and..." Oliver glanced over his shoulder. Allen propped on the door frame, crossing his arms. "Him and his friend must have spoken to one another again, and reconciled."

"They must have!" Lutz exclaimed. "Luciano is wondering if you have a run to do tomorrow."

"I can do that. He wants to jump back in so quickly?"

"I guess. He hasn't told Kuro and I what exactly happened. We're doing guess work over here. I just thought you wanted to know, so you aren't...startled by his return or anything."

Oliver put his fingers over his mouth to snicker. "Of course. I will see you then."

"Tomorrow," Lutz agreed. A wave of hospitality must have seized the Vargas household, Oliver concluded. Just as he set the phone down, a pair of arms wrapped around his stomach.

"Who was that?" Allen asked against his jaw.

"Do not fret over it," Oliver said, making a move for the kitchen, but was pulled back into place. "Allen."

"What? Why can't I fret over it?"

"It is not a big deal. I have to put away my groceries."

"Who was it?"

"Just someone calling in for an order!" Oliver angrily thrashed against his arms.

"Oh," Allen released him, causing the baker to stumble forward a bit, almost into the wall. "Why didn't you say so?"

Oliver tugged on his askew shirt, shooting back, "Why did you bother me so much about it?" Without waiting for a cheap reply, he whisked into the kitchen. "Lila?" He whispered to the air, surprised his fairy friend did not make an appearance yet. He had to shrug it off as Allen's agitated face peeked pass the doorway. "Did you need something?"

"What'cha doin'?"

"Putting away groceries, like I said I was going to." Trying to reconcile, he tossed a meek look in his direction, offering, "Would you like to help?"

"Well, it's my place, too, now, right? It'd only be fair."

Every time Oliver turned around, Allen was putting something in the wrong place. He did not know better, so when he managed to usher his company upstairs, he stealthily swamped the groceries to their correct positions. Just as the baker stuffed the last store bag into another bag full of bags, and shut it in one of the cabinets, the front bell rung. "What in the world?" He wondered aloud, since the bakeshop had been closed, and nearly locked all that day.

It was not a customer hovering by the main counter, but Lila, looking rumpled and slightly haunted at the same time. "Lila?" Oliver approached her, and braced against the plastic surface in worry. "You all right?"

"It's all good, Ollie. You have a visitor in the Realm that would like to see you. A rather demanding one, I may add."

"The Realm? Who could possibly want me in the Realm?" Oliver considered the other fairies wanted someone different to talk to, but Lila's urgency knocked that possibility away.

"See for yourself," she curtly suggested. "Please. I'll be waiting."

Lila withered into a clump of glitter that fell to the counter as she woke up. Oliver brushed it away before darting up the stairs. He went for the hallway, but Allen bobbled on the reclining chair a bit, asking, "Where you goin', babe?"

"To bed."

"Really? It's early."

Oliver glanced to the windows. The horizon had just swallowed the last remains of the summer sun. "Err...this is the time I usually go to bed," he fibbed. "I get up early." Without potential dissent, he ducked into the bedroom to pull out his night clothes. He fought with his shirt buttons, much too in a rush to meet his expecting company, and decided to leave half his top open. No creepers (besides Allen) were going to peek at him, anyway. The baker dove into his bed, about to spread across the middle, but then with a sudden realization, he scooted closer to one end, making room for a later occupant.

Making haste, Oliver smacked a fluffy pillow a few times before stilling. It had been several weeks since he had been in the Realm with a willing purpose, and he inwardly looked forward to enjoying its beauty once more. It was very quiet, and made him feel peaceful, as if all his real worries could not touch him there. They could not anyway-

"Hey, Oliver!"

The man blinked open his eyes, and a typical smile found his face. He pushed to a sitting position, turning to the small being fluttering around the grass. "Hello, Lila. What brings me here?"

The fairy shot to be at eye level. "Let's get to the flower patch."

Oliver was about to follow her, but when he made a move to rise to his feet, a crippling grip seized his mid-drift. He let out a choked gasp of shock, crumpling to the grass. Lila whipped around, and darted after him. "Ollie? Oliver, what's wrong?" She demanded in panic, and lightly tugged on his hair.

"I-I don't...something is interfering with the dream," he sputtered, his wistful smile turning to a evil glower. "I'll be back."

Lila sighed, "I'll be waiting...still."

Consciousness crashed onto Oliver in suffocating plunges. His eyes flew open to his dim bedroom, and he realized that it was not being awake that choked him, but rather his newfound bedmate's arms and legs wrapping around his body. "Ack, Allen, what are you doing?!"

Allen picked up his head from the hands trying to pry his limbs away. "I'm snugglin'!"

"You call this a snuggle?! You are strangling me! I just fell asleep!"

"Aw, shit, fine, babe." He wiggled away, all the way to the other side of the bed.

Oliver was left to rub his chest, and tossed a confused look over his shoulder. "You did not have to go that far."

"What do you want?!"

"Y-you can do what you were doing before, but maybe a little less...enthusiasm...if that's what you want."

"Yeah, I want that!" Allen crept closer again like a dog that was scolded. More lightly, he snuck an arm underneath Oliver's, and around his waist. "That good?"

"Better," the baker claimed, and flopped his head to his pillow. He closed his eyes with the Realm being one of the few things on his mind at the moment. However, the arm draped over him tightened for a moment of squeezing, and Allen's light laughter brushed over the nape of his neck, causing him to twitch his shoulders. Oliver bit his tongue, trying to fall asleep, since he was so importantly needed, but the hand rubbing his stomach, and the leg hitching over his hip was very distracting to the focus he needed to reach the Realm.

"Hey, Ollie?"

Oliver had to really try to not let out an irritable growl. Allen did not know better, and it was best to keep it that way. "Yes?"

"This ain't Bella's ol' bed, is it?"

"No, I threw out or sold most of her old furniture. This is a completely new mattress set."

"Oh, 'cause I was thinkin' that it'd be kinda creepy."

Oliver had to agree; Bella had passed on her own bed, after all. Not enticing further conversation, he made a noncommittal grunt, and pressed against his pillow again. His bedmate must have took the silence as a chance to decorate the back of his neck with sloppy kisses. The baker hunched up his shoulders, and furrowed his brows from the tickling sensation. "Stop that."

Allen only laughed against his skin, so he tried to elbow him. The other man grabbed the offending limb and gave it a good rub. He slurred, "I missed you, babe."

"I know, but please, I have to fall asleep. I..." Oliver glanced around the dark room for a possible excuse. "I have to get up early tomorrow to run errands. I need to sleep."

"You gon' be gone all day?"

"Not all day."

"D'you wanna do somethin' tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow," Oliver tersely agreed.

Allen let out a big sigh, and flopped onto his back, away from the baker. Oliver scrunched the blanket closer to his chin, guilty, but as he said, the next day was a new one.

"About time!" Lila exclaimed when Oliver popped out of the grass upon his second return. Her agitation melted to worry. "Is everything all right? What was interfering with the dream?"

"Allen," was all Oliver said, hoping that would be enough explanation. "Where are we going again?"

"To the flower patch. It's coming in really nicely!" The fairy shook her head, zipping to eye level. "That's not what's important at the moment. Remember, we have a visitor."

For a fleeting moment down the slope, Oliver wondered if his mother wanted to see him again. Just because they had their own lives from one another, that did not quell a natural worry. However, Marionette never came out of the dark forest as far as he knew, but he knew who had. He slowed to uncertain steps as he gazed at the hooded figure hunched in the bright flowers.

Lila glanced to Oliver, and the teen balled his hands into fists, not making a move to come forward as the other rose to his feet. Pale hands flicked the hood back, unleashing a too familiar bedhead of light blond. "Hello again, Oliver."

"W-what are you doing here?" Oliver stupidly demanded. He inwardly flinched, knowing anyone is free to enter the Realm. "I mean, what are you doing asking for me?"

Arthur gestured to the flowers. "Sit. We should talk."

"We should?" The baker mumbled. Lila urged him with a small tug to his ear lobe, and he carefully settled beside his look alike as if the plants would snap at sudden movements.

"History likes to repeat itself," Arthur began without prompt. "You are well aware with what happened between Feliciano and his counterpart, right?"

Oliver resisted the urge to draw his legs to his chest in a defensive gesture. He stared the blond straight on. "Yes, and I heard that they solved their issue together, and are on amicable terms at the current moment. It seems to be a rather private matter between them, though."

"Yes, I heard that, too." Arthur gazed at the vibrant florals, burning their oranges and pinks with his green eyes. "Does...does it make you think?"

"About what?" Oliver asked quietly. He dared to figuratively reach out and whisper, "About us?"

Arthur sprouted a meek smile. "This whole thing between our worlds happening again had me thinking of the fond moments we had shared in the Realm."

"Me too," the other admitted, "but aren't you angry with me?"

"I was, but that seems so silly now. We're friends, are we not? Friends forgive one another." Arthur held up a finger before Oliver and Lila could make excited gasping noises. "However, I do not want to tangle ourselves in that mess again."

"Neither would I! D-do you really mean it? You would like to talk again?"

"I brought it up, did I not?" Arthur gave his head a small shake. He opened his mouth to say more, but Oliver did not wait to throw his arms around his look alike's shoulders. The fairy was almost flung off his head from the sudden lunge. "Ah! Well, I'm glad you think that way!"

"Why would I not?" Oliver quickly sat back again. "We shared many memories with one another just in the Realm!"

"I say! How does tomorrow night sound? Care for a little chit chat here and then?"

"Tomorrow is going to be a rather long day for me."

Arthur shrugged. "The day after then."

Oliver eagerly bobbed his head, yelping when Lila yanked on his hair in her attempts to stay on. The fairy spat, "Stop moving so much!"

"Nobody said you had to be up there!"

"Eat grass," Lila unthreateningly suggested, making last readjustments. "I'll be here, too!"

"I look forward to it," Arthur claimed, rising to his feet.

Oliver rose more slowly, so his hair was not pulled again. He held his hand out, bouncing slightly on his heels. "So would I."

They exchanged a quick handshake before separating to their respective grounds. Oliver let out an embarrassing squeal of glee, legs shaking once he reached to his usual wake up spot. "Lila, this is absolutely splendid! I thought I would never see Arthur again!"

"Or that he wanted to see you again! I'm glad you two reconciled. It looks like it didn't affect just Luciano."

"Ah, well, I should get back now. You know how fast time goes by when you let it."

"Okay, Ollie. I'll fly by tomorrow or sometime."