I made it!

Did I get sick the week before the 5k #ficwip AU challenge finished? Yes. Did it suck? Yes. Could I have planned this better when I was not sick? Probably. But did I still get better and manage to publish this right before the end date? Yes. Yes, I did. Woohoo!

So, yeah, this was part of a challenge to write an AU fic under 5k words. I barely made the cut (both in terms of word count and publishing date), but I finished it!

As mentioned, this is a TikToker AU. As for what that entail, be prepared to find out!

Also, yes, Mercedes' nickname in this fic is Meche. Why? Because I'm Latina, and every single time I see her name I default to nicknaming her Meche. The urge to call her Meche was so strong I ran a poll on Twitter about this, and it was unanimously decided that Meche is the nickname to use! Woohoo!

And without further ado, onto the fic!


It was a fine summer day, and Dedue wished he was relaxed enough to enjoy it. But as he walked across the old stone paths of Garreg Mach University, he couldn't stop glancing over at the young girl who trotted beside him with nervous energy.

"Anessa, there's no need to be anxious," Dedue tried to reassure.

"I guess," Dedue's sister said, even as she fiddled with the hem of her flowy blouse.

Dedue sighed as he took in his sister. Anessa had turned eighteen three months ago, but she still looked young for her age. And small. She only reached halfway up Dedue's forearm. Her long silver-white hair was twisted into a braid that fell over one shoulder, and the golden Duscurian earrings Dedue gifted her on her birthday shone brightly against her brown skin. Logically, Dedue knew that his sister had grown up. But looking at her now, Dedue could only notice her wide eyes and nervous steps, reminding him of the little girl who used to cling to his hand and babble nervously at strangers.

Dedue stared up at the towering structures of Garreg Mach Uni. The repurposed monastery was tall, old, and stately, stretching out across several city blocks. It was the oldest university on the continent, and by far the largest. Though there was the occasional graduate student running about with stacks of books and papers, the university was oddly silent, and the quiet made Anessa bounce nervously.

"Is it the buildings that bother you?" Dedue asked. "They may seem imposing now, but they'll feel more familiar as you get to know the campus."

"It's not that," Anessa said, pulling ahead into a set of paths lined with tall trees and stone columns. "What if no one likes me? I don't wanna be the weirdo again."

"You've never been a weirdo," Dedue said firmly. "And I already like you."

"Yeah, but you're my big brother. You're morally required to like me."

Dedue's reply was immediately interrupted by Anessa walking face-first into a woman holding a high stack of books.

"Be careful!" Dedue rushed forward to steady the two women, using his body to carefully balance the swaying books.

"I'm so sorry!" Anessa cried as she restacked the textbooks in the woman's arms. "I didn't see you!"

"Oh, it's alright," the woman said in a light, warm voice. "Are you alright? I hope you're not hurt."

Anessa blinked. "Y-Yeah. I'm ok…"

Once the books were settled, Dedue got his first look at the woman before them. She was around Dedue's age, with shoulder-length, light brown hair, and shining purple eyes. She was also well put together. With her long beige dress with white accents, purple earrings, and brown boots, Dedue briefly wondered if she was a professor.

And her face… her face was lovely. She had a pointed chin, thick eyebrows, and a warm smile. It was comforting, sweet, and somehow felt like home.

Still, there was something about her. Something that nagged at Dedue's subconscious. He couldn't help but feel like he knew this woman, and yet, there was only one thought on his mind.

She is quite beautiful.

"Thank you very much for saving my books!" the woman said to Dedue. "I didn't realize how heavy they'd be until I started moving them, but by then I was already walking across campus."

"There is no need to apologize," Dedue replied. The fact that this woman had not lashed out at Anessa was enough for Dedue to say as much. "You said you were transporting these books, yes? Would you like some help?"

"Oh!" The woman blinked in shock, even as she struggled under the stack of books that was so tall it almost completely blocked her vision. "Are you sure? I don't mean to trouble you."

"It would be no trouble at all." Dedue grabbed over half of the stack. It was heavy, but no heavier than his usual weight at the gym.

"My knight in shining armor." The woman giggled, and it was a noise so sweet it made Dedue smile.

"Lead the way," he said.

The woman took the path leading toward the faculty building. Dedue followed, shortly before realizing he hadn't checked if Anessa was following. He glanced behind him, and sure enough, his little sister was staring after them with wide eyes.

"Anessa?" Dedue said. "Are you—"

"I'm coming!" Anessa replied quickly.

Anessa jogged to catch up to them, and she kept staring at the woman. The nagging sensation pulled at Dedue's mind again. This woman looked familiar, but Dedue couldn't quite figure out why.

But more than that, now that she had fewer books in her arms, the woman was looking at him curiously. Like she was trying to puzzle something out.

"Pardon me," Dedue said at last. "Do I… know you?"

The woman hummed. "I'm not sure. But maybe…"

"Dedue!" Anessa hissed beside him. "She's Mercedes! From MartritzBakes!"

Oh, Dedue thought. Of course. No wonder she seemed so familiar.

"Ah, I remember now. Are you the TikToker who made the peach sorbet with apple cobbler?"

"That was me!" The woman—Mercedes—giggled again. "It took me a little while to finesse the recipe, but I'm happy it turned out how it did. Did you try making it?"

"I am afraid I haven't," Dedue said. "I'm much more of a cook than a baker. My sister, on the other hand—"

"Is a big fan!" Anessa said, holding her hands to her chest in an attempt to hold back the excitement that colored her voice. "Hi! I'm Anessa, Dedue's sister. It's so nice to meet you!"

"It's nice to meet you, too." Mercedes looked at Dedue, and she gasped suddenly. "Wait… Dedue! Are you Dedue from Flowers_Of_Duscur?"

"I am."

"Oh, I've seen some of your TikToks! You're the reason I finally felt brave enough to get some plants for my apartment. You may also be the reason why any of them have survived this long."

Dedue smiled shyly. "I'm happy to be of service."

Mercedes beamed at Anessa. "And you must be the behind-the-scenes genius little sister."

"O-Oh." Anessa blushed furiously, and she fiddled with the end of her braid. "I'm not much of a genius. I just edit the videos and run the account."

"Your brother says otherwise," Mercedes said. "I think he said so in a TikTok about hydration for apartment plants.."

"I did." Dedue turned to his sister. "My TikTok would only have a dozen followers if it weren't for you, Anessa. But now we have a million, and that could only be the work of a genius."

Anessa's whole face lit up like the sun itself, and Dedue's heart burst with pride.

They came up to a staircase, which made carrying the books a bit more difficult. Dedue readjusted his grip on the textbooks. "I did not realize you attended this university. Or are you a professor? Teaching… Biology for 7th Grade," Dedue wondered as he read the textbook's title.

Mercedes laughed again, and as they entered a building, her sweet voice echoed across the hallway. "Oh, I'm not a teacher yet. These are just the books for a school where I'll be doing a placement next semester for my Masters. I suppose it never came up in my videos. I didn't realize you studied here, either."

Dedue shrugged, even with the weight of the books. "We rarely film anything here, so I'm not surprised." He gestured to Anessa with his chin. I was showing my sister the campus. She's enrolled for next semester, and I thought it'd be good for her to get to know the school before it gets crowded with students."

"Oh, I understand completely," Mercedes said. "I did the same thing when my little brother enrolled here. I'm in grad school now, but our schedules align well enough that we still meet for lunch most days."

"Wait, your brother?" Anessa asked, looking star-struck yet again. "HrymOfJeritza?"

"Yes, that's him!" Mercedes cheered.

"Is he the man with the deep voice who occasionally appears in your TikToks?" Dedue asked, vaguely remembering someone with the same shade of hair as Mercedes.

"Yes, he is," Mercedes said, and Dedue immediately picked up on the pride in her voice. "He gained enough popularity with my viewers that he started his own account. I guess they really like his voice. I can't say I completely understand it, but he enjoys it, so I suppose that's all that matters."

"Indeed," Dedue said. "I do apologize that I haven't tried one of your recipes. Perhaps I will attempt one."

"That would make me happy. I hope I made the instructions clear enough."

Dedue glanced back at Anessa. His little sister was still staring at Mercedes in star-struck wonder, and even though she was barely containing her excitement, this was the least anxious she had been all day. Anessa had been stressing about her eventual start at Garreg Mach, but now she was beamed with excitement.

And that gave Dedue an idea.

"Mercedes, this might be a little forward, but would you like to come over to our apartment?"

"Oh?" Mercedes asked.

"H-Huh?" Anessa stuttered.

"I haven't ever made sorbet, and I'll probably mess it up if I'm not with someone who knows what they're doing." Dedue measured his following words. "Also… It will be Anessa's first semester here, and if you don't mind, I think it would do her good to know someone before classes start. Even if you are in a separate program."

Mercedes beamed. "I think that's a wonderful idea!"

"You do not mind?"

"Not at all!" Mercedes said. "To be honest, your sister reminds me of my best friend. Annie's around your age, and she also attends Garreg Mach. Maybe I'll be able to introduce you two! She's always on TikTok, so I'm sure you'll have plenty to talk about."

Anessa gasped, wide-eyed. "That'd be amazing."

"It would be," Dedue agreed. "I very much appreciate this, Mercedes. When are you free to come to our apartment? Since you are showing us your skills, it's only right we meet at the best time for you."

"Actually, would you like to come to my apartment?" Mercedes asked, only looking away from Dedue to make sure they were walking down the correct hallway. "I already have all of the equipment ready, and this way Anessa can also meet my brother. Who knows, maybe all four of us will get along. And maybe we could even collaborate on a TikTok!"

Anessa gasped. "Really?"

"Why not? I mean, if I'm not being too forward."

"N-Not at all!" Anessa babbled through her enormous grin. "We haven't collabed with anyone yet, so this would be our first! It's gonna be so cool!" She looked up at Dedue, but quickly looked away. "Oh, I mean… only if you want to, Dedue. You're the star of the account, and if you don't wanna…"

"I'd be happy to," Dedue said. "You've wanted to collaborate with other TikTokers for a while, and now that we have the chance, I… may find that I enjoy it."

Anessa was right about one thing. She and Dedue had never even done a collab. Not even with other plant TikTokers. Dedue wasn't outgoing enough to make connections on his own, and Anessa's anxiety tended to trigger every time she received an invite or DM. Dedue hadn't even really thought about collaborating with another TikToker, much less someone from baking TikTok. Would this even be a good idea?

But with Anessa and Mercedes smiling at him, Dedue concluded that yes, this was shaping up to be a wonderful idea.


"Wow," Anessa breathed. "I can't believe we're going to bake with Mercedes. In her own kitchen!"

"It was a surprise," Dedue said. They parted ways with Mercedes after dropping off the books in her professor's office, and they were now walking across the Garreg Mach campus once again. "We'll probably have to bring our own aprons. I doubt she has one for a man of my size."

Anessa rolled her eyes. Of course Dedue would focus on that instead of freaking out at the fact that they were gonna bake with MartritzBakes, who may or may not have been Anessa's favorite baking TikToker since she was fifteen. "So… what did you think of her?"

"Of Mercedes?" Dedue pondered for a moment. "Well, from our meeting today, I can say that she's very nice. She was patient, sweet, and she didn't yell at you."

"That's your big takeaway? That she didn't scream at me?"

"Of course. Anyone who gets angry at you over an incident as small as that doesn't deserve to talk to you, much less invite you to their apartment."

Anessa blushed. Sometimes it was embarrassing to have Dedue be in protective-big-brother mode, but the older she got, the more she found it endearing instead of mortifying. "But… you do like Mercedes. Right?"

"I do. She seems like a woman with an open heart." Dedue smiled softly. "And she is quite beautiful."

Anessa stopped dead in your tracks.

"Beautiful?" Anessa said, dumbfounded. Did Dedue—her big brother who has never had a crush on anyone, much less been in a relationship—just call Mercedes beautiful?

No. No way. Dedue called their late mother beautiful. He called Anessa beautiful. He called his plants beautiful. But never once had he referred to anyone else as beautiful.

Until now.

"Anessa? What is it?"

"Nothing!" Anessa squeaked, her mind racing.

Ok, Anessa, you better not screw up this collab, she thought to herself. This may be Dedue's one and only chance to get a girlfriend, and you are not messing it up!


Dedue double-check the address before ringing the doorbell. Beside him, Anessa buzzed with excitement—to the point where Dedue was worried about her spilling the contents of the shopping bag hanging from her shoulder.

Dedue looked around the building. It was a fairly standard apartment complex, much like the one Dedue was now sharing with Anessa, but in a slightly nicer part of town. It didn't have a concierge or anything, but many of the apartments seemed to have larger balconies that Dedue's plants would adore.

"One moment!" Mercedes called out from inside.

"Who is it, Meche?" someone said in a very, very deep voice.

Dedue paused at the mention of the name. Meche. It wasn't like any name he'd heard before, and the man said it with a hard 'ch' and an inflection that emphasized the vowels. Meh-Cheh.

"Oh, it's Dedue and Anessa! I told you about them, remember?"

Mercedes swung the door open. Her hair was in a short ponytail, and she wore a cream-colored apron with a swirling brown pattern. It was a much more casual outfit this time, but Mercedes' smile was still just as sweet and radiant. "Right on time! Come in."

Dedue and Anessa shuffled their way into the apartment, setting down the grocery bags full of ingredients on the kitchen counter. Since they were doing this at Mercedes' apartment, Dedue found that it was only right for him and Anessa to provide the ingredients.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dedue spotted a man hovering in the doorway.

Somehow, neither he or Dedue flinched.

The man was tall, only ten or so centimeters shorter than Dedue. He had the same light brown hair and purple eyes Mercedes did, but unlike her, he was scowling instead of smiling. He also had long hair that was tied into a low ponytail, and he scrutinized Dedue from head to toe.

"Oh, let me introduce you." Mercedes gently pulled the man forward. "This is my brother, Emile."

Dedue nodded brusquely in greeting. "I am Dedue."

"And I am Emile." He turned to Anessa. "And you are?"

"My sister. Anessa." Dedue instinctively wrapped a protective arm around her. "She manages my account, and I wouldn't be nearly as successful as I am if it weren't for her. She'll be filming the shoot. I do hope that won't be an issue."

Dedue gave Emile a hard stare, and Emile responded with a glare of his own. They stayed that way for a moment before Emile glanced at the arm Dedue kept wrapped around his sister's shoulder.

"It will not be a problem," Emile said. "But if you harm my sister in any way, I shall have no qualms about throwing you out the window."

"Likewise," Dedue replied.

Anessa groaned into her hand.


When Anessa agreed to film the collab with Mercedes, she was ecstatic. So ecstatic that she didn't realize that there was a good chance she'd also meet Emile. AKA, HrymOfJeritza, who had such a distinctive voice that he grew his TikTok to nearly two million followers just by recording himself talking.

There was a conspiracy that Jeritza—Emile—was faking his voice. But as Anessa set up her lights and recording setup, she was pleasantly and creepily surprised to find that yes, this was his actual voice.

"I see you take this seriously," Emile said as Anessa adjusted a light on the kitchen counter. "I approve."

"Oh. Thanks," Anessa said shyly, hoping that Emile wouldn't notice the blush on his cheeks. She could feel her anxiety bubble up, but she stubbornly pushed it down. This wasn't high school. No one was calling her a weirdo. In fact, someone was actually complimenting her.

More than that, someone who she followed and admired as a fellow TikToker was complimenting her.

"I've been watching your TikToks," Emile said. "Since Meche informed me you were coming, I thought I'd get a sense of who you are."

"Oh?" Anessa had to crane her neck to look up at him. "Um… what did you think?"

"Good information, good voicework, and very good production all around," Emile said, and Anessa had watched enough of his TikToks to know that this was Emile speaking seriously. "The account is barely a year old, and yet you have an impressive number of followers. I did not expect a plant TikToker to grow so rapidly."

"I knew he would," Anessa said. "Like, right away."

"How?"

With his tall stature and low voice, Emile looked intimidating. But it might've been Anessa's excitement over the whole event, or her determination for this night to go well for the sake of her brother's love life, that gave Anessa the burst in confidence to pull out her phone and immediately start scrolling.

"This was one of his first TikToks."

Emile leaned down to better view the phone. "He is potting a plant."

"A ficus."

"The lighting is terrible. And the pot is taking up nearly a third of the screen."

"Yep. Notice anything else?"

"He is wearing a sleeveless shirt. If I were to guess, I would say he works out."

"He does." Anessa tapped her screen. "And these are the comments."

"… Most of these are drooling emojis."

"Yep. After that, I asked my brother if I could help out. Get some decent lights, pick the right angle, add the right hashtags. You know the drill."

"Yes…"

Anessa scrolled to the following TikTok. "This is the next video."

It was of Dedue giving out basic information on the ins and outs of taking care of carnivorous plants. The voiceover was clearer, the pot didn't cover up half the screen, and the lighting properly highlighted Dedue's muscles. Dedue himself was unconcerned with the camera, instead diverting all of his attention to the Venus flytrap he was repotting.

Emile's eyes widened by a fraction when he saw the tags. "#VenusThirstTrap," he read out loud

"Our first TikTok to hit a million views," Anessa said, and she couldn't help the self-satisfied smirk that crawled on her face. "The formula's worked ever since."


Finally, after getting gently but firmly guided by Mercedes, Dedue's first-ever pie was cooking in the oven.

He was in the kitchen with Mercedes. For their collab, the two of them had agreed on a mutual-teaching set of videos. Mercedes would teach Dedue how to make his first-ever pie, and Dedue would guide Mercedes into making a stew that used many vegetables from the gardens seen in his channel. There were mishaps, of course. Dedue nearly over-kneaded the pie crust, and Mercedes almost chopped the wrong vegetable twice, but that was part of the fun for the TikTok. At least, that's what Anessa said.

But if he was being honest, Dedue did find it all to be very enjoyable. Maybe even fun.

They didn't have much to film until the pie was out and dinner was ready, so the four of them decided to take a break. Anessa and Emile were playing a co-op game on their phones in the living room, while Dedue and Mercedes preferred to stay in the kitchen.

"So what are you studying, Dedue?" Mercedes asked.

"Business administration," Dedue said. "I share most of my classes with a close friend of mine, which makes it much more enjoyable. You are in a Masters of Education, I presume?"

"Very intuitive of you," Mercedes said with a giggle. "Though I suppose the textbooks gave it away."

Anessa laughed in the living room, and the sound made Dedue smile. "I must thank you again for inviting us to your home. It means a great deal to myself and my sister."

"Oh, it's my pleasure!" Mercedes said. "I love having guests over. And I really did mean it when I said Anessa reminds me of my best friend. I've already messaged her and asked if she would like to meet up with your sister. Annie's a lot younger than me, and I can already tell that they'll get along great."

"I appreciate it very much. It is a relief to know that Anessa will have someone to talk to once classes begin."

"I understand completely. I was worried sick when Emile joined me here. It got to the point where he complained that he already had a mother—no need for me to become one, as well."

Dedue glanced at the doorways in the apartment. "Does your mother live with you?"

"Oh, no. She wouldn't have handle the move very well, so she still lives in the north. What about you? Do you live with your parents?"

"I… No." Dedue took a deep breath. "They died when I was fourteen."

Mercedes gasped. "Oh," she said softly. "I am so sorry, Dedue. I didn't know."

"It's alright. I should've expected such a question when I asked about your mother."

Mercedes clasped her hands together, as if in prayer. "Still. I can only imagine what that must have been like for you."

"It… wasn't easy," Dedue admitted. "But I still had my sister, and Anessa and I were fortunate enough to be taken in by friends of the family."

"I'm very glad that was the case. And I'm glad that Anessa had someone as kind as you to look after her, too."

Dedue felt himself smile. "She's a good sister," he said. "Unfortunately, she struggled with our parents' deaths more than I did. She's energetic, cheerful, kind, but after… She found it hard to talk to people, especially people her age. She's better now, but…"

It was hard to think about. Dedue moved away from home when he started attending Garreg Mach, but he still knew that Anessa was struggling. Not that she would tell him. She refused to let him think that she wasn't doing alright, even during Dedue's frequent trips back home.

It's why Dedue didn't learn about her outsider status at school until Anessa was in 11th grade.

"I'm glad she's doing well now," Mercedes said. "And I'm sure she'll have a great time at Garreg Mach. I've already told Annie about her, and she's so excited to meet Anessa!"

"Is this the friend you were talking about?"

Mercedes nodded. "Annette, but I call her Annie. She's a lot younger than me, but we've been best friends for years."

"How did you meet her?" Dedue asked.

"Spanish lessons!" Mercedes said. "Annie's brilliant. She's always loved learning, so when her uncle learned that his neighbors were Latino, he asked if he could hire me to teach her."

"You're Latina?" Dedue asked.

Mercedes smiled knowingly. "I know we don't look it, but Emile and I are actually half Latino. My mother immigrated shortly before I was born, and she's the one who picked my name. She tried to pick Emile's too, but my step-father was less… open to Latin names."

Dedue winced internally. "I do not mean to pry so deeply into your life. "

"Oh, I don't mind! Truly." Mercedes shrugged. "My life is my life, and I'm not ashamed of it. I just hope I'm not imposing on you."

"I doubt you could," Dedue said honestly. "Please, continue. If you wish to speak of your life, I wish to hear about it."

It might have been Dedue's imagination, but he could've sworn that Mercedes' smile grew.

"My brother and I have different fathers. It's the reason why he and my mother were only allowed to call me 'Mercie' instead of 'Meche' for the first few years of my life."

"He denied you your own nickname?" Dedue asked, perplexed. "Why?"

"I suppose he didn't like it." Mercedes shrugged again. "My brother's name was supposed to be 'Emilio', but my step-father insisted on a more 'proper' version of the name. It was probably for the best. He was always more patient with Emile, and he never insulted him like he did me."

Dedue felt anger bubble in his throat, and none of it was directed at Mercedes. Or Emile. "I see…"

"Oh, but it didn't last forever," Mercedes added quickly. "Our circumstances changed for the better when I was around ten years old. I can't say that our life is perfect, but it's perfect enough. We have our apartment, Mother and Emile are happy, and I'm studying for the career of my dreams."

"Good," Dedue said. "And your stepfather?"

"We haven't seen him in years. Which is definitely for the best. Emile told me that if he ever sees his father again, he'll punch him until he turns blue, and I'd rather not visit my little brother in jail." Mercedes giggled. "Sometimes I wonder why he worries so much. He should be focused on his life—not mine."

"I understand him perfectly," Dedue said seriously. "If I knew there was anyone badmouthing my sister, going to jail would be the least of my worries."

Mercedes laughed into her hand. "You do know you and your sister are on TikTok, right?"

"Which is why I refuse to read any of our comments."

Mercedes laughed again, and Dedue laughed with her. It was nice, talking with Mercedes. And even though they'd talked about some… sensitive subjects, Dedue didn't feel awkward around her. It was rare for him to speak at length with anyone, but with Mercedes, he felt like he could've talked with her for hours.

"If I may ask," Dedue said, "which nickname do you prefer? Mercie or Meche?"

"Oh!" Mercedes hummed in thought. "If I'm being honest, I like both. I know that sounds strange, but I do. I think part of the reason is because I mained Mercy when I used to play Overwatch as a teenager. It helped me realize that I could make the nickname my own. And mercy… It means compassion. Forgiveness. I think that's beautiful."

"And 'Meche'?"

"Oh, Meche is just a shortened version of 'Mercedes'." A fond smile crossed Mercedes' lips. "But… It reminds me of family. Of home. And it reminds me of the first few days when my mother could finally call me that in public. It was different, but it also felt right. Like that's what it was always meant to be."

Dedue nodded. "And which would you like me to call you?"

"Whichever you'd like! As long as it makes you comfortable. You can even call me Mercedes if you wish."

"If that is the case," Dedue said slowly, "would you mind if I call you 'Meche'?"

"Not at all, Dedue," she said.

And somehow, in the light of the apartment kitchen, Meche's smile was as bright as a thousand suns.


It took every shred of self-control Anessa had to keep herself from shrieking in excitement. Dedue and Mercedes were in their own world, and neither of them had noticed that Anessa and Emile were watching them from the living room.

"Anessa," Emile whispered in a very, very low voice. "If your brother does anything to hurt my sister, I will hunt him across the continent and beyond."

"Understood," Anessa whispered in the lowest voice she could manage at this point. "But just so you know… I don't think you have anything to worry about."


Anessa crashed down onto her bed the moment she was done with editing. At last, the TikTok was finally up. There was too much good footage to cram into a single video, so Anessa split it into two parts. Part one was up, and even though they wouldn't post it until next week, part two was ready for uploading.

Anessa was ten seconds from drifting off into a nap when her phone chimed.

FlowerBro: I see you've uploaded the TikTok. It looks fantastic, as per usual.

Anessa mentally rolled her eyes at the perfect punctuation her brother insisted on using. Even in texts.

Anessa: thanks!

Anessa: took me AGES to get the editing right

FlowerBro: The editing in particular was done very well. But I do have one question.

Anessa: yeah?

Anessa: what is it?

FlowerBro: What does #Mercedue mean?