I don't remember which, but in some episode Hilary's parents were shown, well not their faces, I really don't remember, but do let me know. So, I am making my own OC as Hilary's mother.

Tyra marvelled in awe.

Her auburn eyes widened as she scanned around the ornate room. She had never seen anything so feminine before in her entire life. The white walls trimmed in gold, the floral printed carpet, the little round tables covered in lace edged cloth…

"Is this where Queen eats?" Tyra gasped.

Catherine giggled at her granddaughter's inquiry. "No honey, this is not where Queen used to eat, but I am sure she was used to having tea like this all the time!"

"A tea party!" Tyra squealed.

"Yes," Catherine confirmed with a smile. "A tea party."

Tyra beamed and gripped the sides of her chair. Wanting to give Tyson and Hilary a break, Catherine came up with the brilliant idea of taking Tyra to tea. She knew it was something that the four-year-old would absolutely love, and although Tyson and Hilary had their concerns that Tyra was a bit too young for something so upscale and proper, they were too grateful for the offer to argue it. So far, Tyra had behaved exceptionally well, which was not a surprise to Catherine. She thought the little girl was an angel, despite her parents' disagreements that her angelic side was relatively rare. They hadn't been there long, but Tyra was already fascinated by everything. She'd been bubbling with excitement before they'd even arrived, and now that they were sitting in the actual room, the child was just enchanted.

"Gramma, dese ladies are dressed so pretty!" Tyra exclaimed.

Catherine looked over at Tyra, who was now glancing all around the room.

"Well, so are you!" Catherine giggled.

"Yes," Tyra chirped, nodding her head. "I am dressed very pretty!"

For the occasion, Catherine had gifted Tyra with a brand-new outfit: a pink floral printed sleeveless dress, white ballet flats adorned by little flowers, and a white headband with a flower on the side. While outside, Tyra had insisted on wearing her floppy pink sunhat, which Catherine had also given her, but was fine with changing to the headband once they were inside.

"It's not nice to wear hats inside," Tyra had informed her grandmother on their way. "That's why Mommy always tells Daddy to take his off inside!"

"That's right, you're so smart!" Catherine had trilled.

"I'm plite, too," Tyra had replied.

"Yes, you are very polite," Catherine giggled, making sure to use the correct word.

"What do we eat at tea?" Tyra squeaked. "Do we have tacos?"

"No, you silly girl!" Catherine gasped playfully, causing Tyra to giggle. "There's no taco with tea!"

"Then what?" Tyra asked.

"Usually at tea, there are little sandwiches and pastries," Catherine explained. "I bet that's what they'll give us! But we'll have to be patient and see."

"I can do that!" Tyra gasped. "I have –shence."

"You have patience?"

"Uh huh. Mommy and Daddy say no, but they're wrong. I do!"

"I believe that you do, too," Catherine giggled softly.

A waitress came over to the table, and Tyra snapped to attention. She sat up perfectly straight, pulling her shoulders down and looking up at the woman.

"Well, aren't you just a darling little thing!" The woman giggled. "Would you like some tea, sweetheart?"

"No," Tyra replied blandly. "I don't like that."

"Then I have something perfect for you," the waitress commented, turning around to a cart that was placed behind her. Tyra leaned over, excitedly peering at the cart. She saw lots of different teapots perched on the cart's shelves, each one with a different pattern though still coordinating. Tyra watched as the waitress picked one from the bottom and then poured its contents into her little porcelain teacup. The liquid was a dark brown, which led the young girl to scrunch up her nose.

"What's that?"

"We call that dark tea," the waitress replied. "Try it!"

Tyra glanced over at her grandmother, who was wearing an encouraging smile.

"Go ahead, Tyra!"

Hesitantly, Tyra reached out and picked up the teacup. She slowly sipped out of it, and beamed as soon as she tasted it.

"Choc-it milk!" She squeaked.

Catherine grinned to herself. She knew that while Tyra would love the atmosphere of the afternoon tea, she also knew that the girl likely wouldn't be big on trying real tea or fancy little sandwiches. Fortunately, this tea seemed to get that, and they offered special things for children that Catherine knew Tyra would enjoy. Her research beforehand had certainly paid off!

After selecting her own tea, a jasmine based blend, Catherine turned the conversation back onto her young granddaughter. "Do you like your milk, sweetheart?"

"Not milk, Gramma," Tyra replied. "It's tea!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Catherine apologized. "How is your tea?"

"Yummy," Tyra murmured before drinking more of it.

"Does this remind you of your tea parties at home?" Catherine asked.

"Ya!" Tyra chirped. "Cept Mr. Bear, Mr. Bunny and Ms. Dear aren't here. They love my tea parties!"

"Do they?" Catherine giggled.

"Ya," Tyra repeated. "And they all get dressed up and pretty! And they love that, too! Cept for Harry. He doesn't like my parties!"

"Do you think Harry would like this tea party?" Catherine questioned.

"Ya, cause it's real!" Tyra laughed. "I can't have food at my parties cause Mommy says no food in my room."

"I used to say the same thing to her when she was little," Catherine recounted. "But she never seemed to listen! She would awfully have her snacks while studying in her room."

"Mommy still does dat," Tyra giggled. "And Daddy hides food from her too!"

"Oh, why am I not surprised?" Catherine sighed, smiling at her granddaughter.

"Are you two ready for some sandwiches?"

Tyra's face lit up, and she grinned as soon as she realized the waitress was back.

"Yes!" Tyra chirped, much to the woman's delight.

"Here you are," the woman replied, placing one small plate each before Tyra and Catherine and then one large plate full of tiny sandwiches in the middle. "Enjoy!"

Tyra leaned forward in her seat to examine the little triangles of bread. She looked a bit curious, but not fully into everything that was on the plate. She was a rather adventurous little girl, not too picky, but she wasn't always in the mood to just eat something she wasn't sure of.

"What's that?" Tyra asked, pointing at one of the sandwiches.

"That's called watercress," Catherine replied. "It's almost like cream cheese! Would you like to try it?"

"No thank you," Tyra murmured.

Giving an understanding smile, Catherine began to survey the plate herself and countered, "Don't worry, Tyra. I'm sure there's something on here you'll like! Let's see…oh! What's this?"

Tyra raised her eyebrows as Catherine pointed at one of the tiny sandwiches. She took a good look at it, and between the two slices of bread caught the sight of light brown and purple spread.

"Jelly!" Tyra giggled. "And peanut butter!"

"There you go!" Catherine chirped, watching with a smile as the little girl picked up the sandwich and took a dainty little bite out of it. "Is that yummy?"

"Yes!" Tyra trilled. "Know what the best about it, Gramma?"

"What, sweetheart?"

"No crusts!" Tyra replied, holding the triangle up for her grandmother to see.

"Ah, that is a very nice thing!" Catherine agreed.

Stuffing the rest of the tiny sandwich in her mouth, Tyra leaned over and examined the other sandwiches on the plate in the middle of the table. "No crusts on all! Not even the ones with other stuff in 'em!"

"You're right!" Catherine replied.

"How come they do that, Gramma?" Tyra asked.

"That's a very good question," Catherine giggled. "The crust can be messy. That's always what makes the most crumbs when it comes to sandwiches! So, if they cut all the crust off of the sandwiches, you'll make less of a mess when you're eating them."

At this, Tyra's eyes widened, as did her smile. "That's smart! Crust is kinda icky anyway."

"Does Mommy still cut your crusts off for you?" Catherine asked.

"Yeah, I ask," Tyra chirped. "You cut it off for me too, Gramma!"

"I know my little granddaughter!" Catherine replied warmly.

"That's why we came here!" Tyra squeaked.

"Yes, that's exactly why," Catherine agreed with a nod. "I know how much you love your tea parties at home!"

"Uh huh," Tyra said. "Thank you, Gramma!"

"For what, darling?" Catherine breathed.

"Taking me here!" Tyra giggled. "It's fun, and I like it!"

"Aw, you're very welcome, sweetheart!" Catherine cooed, a smile on her face. "I'm having fun too."

"It's good to –eave Mommy and Daddy with Harry, too."

Catherine, who had just finished taking a sip of her tea, put down the cup and stared at her granddaughter. "What do you mean, Tyra?"

"They're sad," Tyra sighed, taking another peanut butter and jelly sandwich and taking a small bite out of it. "Daddy goes out of Japan lot, and Mommy stays behind for me and Harry because we are little. Daddy says Mommy can't travel all the time with him. They try to be happy –round us, but I know they're sad when Daddy goes."

"Oh, sweetie," Catherine sighed. "It's just because Mommy has new responsibilities than being Daddy's manager. She has you two sweethearts. And Daddy misses you when he's out of country. It's hard to not have him around all the time! Don't you miss Daddy when he's away?"

"Yeah! We watch him on TV and ell!" Tyra whooped.

"And what happens when Daddy comes home?"

"Big huggie! And Mommy smiles again!"

"See, they love you, darling. They're not just pretending to be happy around you…you really do make them happy!"

"I do?" Tyra asked softly.

"Of course, you do," Catherine replied gently. "You're their baby! They love you so much."

"I want Mommy and Daddy to be happy always," Tyra continued. "I don't want them to be sad."

"I know," Catherine soothed. "But you're doing a wonderful job of that! Just you being around them makes them happy."

Tyra smiled at her grandmother. "I'll keep making them happy, Gramma! I will!"

"I know you will, sweetie," Catherine assured, taking her own sandwich. "Your mommy and daddy are lucky to have you two, and they know it."

"Lucky," Tyra repeated, smiling softly. "I like that, Gramma!"

Catherine laughed softly at her granddaughter's sweet reaction. The little girl was so kind, so loving…she was the perfect mix of both of her parents. Catherine thought she was the luckiest grandmother in the world to have a granddaughter as precious as Tyra. That little girl brought plenty of joy to her parents, but she also brought plenty of joy to her grandmother. That's how Catherine knew what she was saying was true.

Their waitress came back, this time placing a new plate on the table. When Tyra saw what was on this one, she squealed excitedly, much to the waitress and Catherine's delight.

"Look, Gramma!" Tyra marveled. "Choc-it strawberries!"

"Yes, I know!" Catherine laughed. "One of your favorites!"

Tyra wasted no time picking up one of the berries. Catherine picked one up as well, but made sure to halt her granddaughter before she could stuff the whole thing in her mouth.

"Let's make a promise to each other," Catherine murmured, leaning in closer to her intrigued young granddaughter. "Let's promise to keep your mommy and daddy happy, okay? As long as we're around, we'll never let either of them be sad."

"Okay!" Tyra giggled. "Promise!"

She held out her chocolate covered strawberry and Catherine did the same, gently tapping them together. With that settled, Tyra pulled the strawberry back and took a huge bite out of it, getting chocolate and strawberry juice all over her face in the process.

"Already keeping up your promise," Catherine giggled. "Great job, Tyra!"