It was the mid-morning on Avocado Terrace as the cloud cover that had plagued Mewni for weeks had finally broke, revealing the dazzling multi-colored sky above. It would prove to be one the first chances the humans had in a while to appreciate the unique beauty of their new planet.

Inside the Diaz house, Marco sat at the dining table across from his dad who was feeding Mariposa, seated in her high chair. He took a sip of his tea as his mom entered with a frying pan in hand and flipped a couple of fresh pieces of French toast onto each of their plates. As he grabbed the cinnamon sugar and his dad grabbed the maple syrup, they heard a thump from above.

Each of the four Diaz's looked up at the ceiling as the sound of footsteps, interrupted by that of a door opening, could be heard above them. Another door was opened, then closed, followed by more footsteps, and then silence. The Diaz's all looked at one another until the silence was broken by the sound of a toilet flush. They each breathed a sigh of relief as another few footsteps could be heard.

"Makeup blast!" came the unmistakeable voice from upstairs. "Markeup blast!" it repeated louder. "Oh, right..." it then said defeated. Marco thunked his elbows onto the table and cradled his face in frustration as Angie rolled her eyes and Rafael shook his head. As the sound of running water and morning ablutions could be heard, the Diaz's started eating their breakfast, only pausing when the footsteps resumed.

A door opened and closed, followed by several footsteps, followed by another door closing, more footsteps and the sound of a dresser drawer creaking open. "Okay," the voice could once again be heard, "Dirty, dirty, dirty, super cute but dirty." Rafael cautiously took another bite of his breakfast while still listening intently as the sound of hopping up and down occurred.

"Stupid...leggings...just...get...on," a sudden loud thump echoed through the room. "Ow!" Angie gave a concerned look as they all continued to listen.

More footsteps occurred above. Marco tried to ignore them but it was hard not to listen as they seemed to be going in circles. "Where did I put them?" the voice came, louder than any other time. The footsteps became erratic until they stopped cold. "There they are! Right...where...I left them." More footsteps and a door opening followed. The Diaz's all began eating again when the continuous squeal of someone riding the stair banister down came.

"Good morning, everybody!" called out Star as she landed on the ground floor.

"Good morning, sweetheart," said Angie with a smile. "Would you like some French toast?"

"No thank you, Mrs. Diaz," she replied as she walked to the seat next to Marco. "I'm not very interested in anything French right now, including their toast, fries and especially their onion soup."

As she sat down, Marco leaned over and kissed her cheek, "Morning, Star," he said as she blushed, "Glad to see you up and about."

"Yup!" she declared, "I'm not going to let yesterday get me down. After breakfast, we're going to see Eclipsa and talk to her about this vampire thing."

"Vampire thing?" a puzzled Rafael said.

"Yesterday?" he said, "Star, you've been asleep for thirty-nine hours."

"What?!" she nearly yelled, "Why would you let me sleep that long?!"

"We tried to wake you," Angie said as she placed a bowl and a box of Cap'n Blanch's Sugar Seeds in front of her. "But you ended up biting Rafael." Rafael held up his hand to reveal it was wrapped in a bandage.

"Oh, no," she muttered ashamedly, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Diaz."

"Oh, Star," he smiled, "I was due for a tetanus booster anyway."

"I tried to wake you later on," said Marco, "But you pulled me into the bed, wrapped your arms and legs around me and wouldn't let me go. I was stuck like that for three hours."

"Oh," she replied, "Sorry, Marco."

"It's okay," he said, "I would have liked it if I hadn't needed to use the bathroom."

Angie raised an eyebrow at her son's comment before shaking it off and adding, "That's why I keep a crowbar handy."

"Well, I still need to apologize to all of you," she said feeling herself shrink in embarrassment. "I never wanted my staying here to cause you guys problems."

"Problems?" asked Rafael, "You staying here is never a problem."

"Yes," added Angie, "We all care about you and we're happy to have you here." She peered down at her son, "Some of us a little more than others."

Mariposa, who had been quietly watching the interaction for her high chair began babbling to the table. "I think Mari agrees," said Marco with a smile.

"Thanks, guys," said Star as she felt her embarrassment wash away. "What do you say, Marco? Trip to the Monster Temple to see the Queen? I could use my knight." She wiggled her eyebrows at him.

"Sounds good to me," he replied before muttering to himself, "Wait, am I still a knight?"

She opened the box of cereal and poured out a generous helping for herself followed by a splash of milk. She took her spoon and loaded it up, shoveling the sweet breakfast treat into her mouth. Enjoying the flavors on her tongue, she began chewing. A shock of pain like no other shot out from her mouth and consumed her head, causing her to helplessly scream.

Marco quickly reacted, grabbing her hand. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"Arrgh! Marco! I think I'm dying!" she yelped out.

Marco lowered his eyelids. "I don't think you're dying," he said, "Did it start hurting when you chewed?"

"Yeah! Arggh!"

"Open your mouth so that I can take a look." She obliged causing Marco to nearly vomit. "Can you...can you swallow the cereal first?" She gulped down and opened up again. He took a penlight from his pocket and shined it inside her mouth and nodded. "Yeah, you definitely have a cavity."

She closed her mouth and raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you always have that tiny flashlight on you?" she asked to which he shrugged. "Okay...and a cavity? How did I get a cavity?"

"I mean," he began, "You do eat an awful lot of sugar."

"Bu...tah...wha?" she stammered, "It's, it's not that much!"

"C'mon, Star," a bemused Marco replied, "I saw you put sugar on gummy worms the other night."

"Well, who was the one who bought the sour kind, Marco?!"

Star sat on the couch in the living room, holding an ice pack against her jaw and looking extremely grumpy. Next to her sat Mariposa, who was entranced by a children's show that played on the television in front of them. From the kitchen came Angie, with a glass full of pink liquid that she handed to Star. "Here, since solid foods are off the table, I made you a smoothie."

Star took the drink and sipped it. She licked the bits that stuck to her lips off as she examined the flavors. "Would you mind adding some..."

"I'm not putting sugar in it, Star," interrupted Angie as she pivoted herself and returned to the kitchen.

"Crud," she muttered, "Everyone is on to me now." She looked down at Mariposa who was enjoying her televisual spectacle. "I hope you get to enjoy sugar as I once did, Mariposa," she said to the infant wistfully. "Because some day all your teeth will fall out and they'll take it away."

"Good news," said Marco as he entered the room snapping his compact shut. "I just spoke with Dr. Parsons' office and they can see you in an hour."

"Dr. Parsons?" she asked, "Who's that?"

"The best dentist in Echo Creek," he confidently replied, "She'll fix your cavity right up."

"Wait, wait, wait, are you telling me Earth has doctors just for teeth?" she asked, "I just assumed we would pull the bad tooth out. That's what we do on Mewni. My dad has had a bunch pulled."

Marco looked at his girlfriend quizzically before speaking again. "I hate to ask this, but I've just got to know," he said shaking his head towards the ceiling, "How do they do that?"

"Oh, well, you tie a string around the bad tooth," she explained.

"Uh huh," he nodded.

"And then you tie the other end of the string to a warnicorn."

"Of course."

"And then you give the warnicorn a smack on the behind."

"Right."

"And either the tooth is pulled out or the warnicorn drags you several hundred feet by it and you die."

"Wow," he took a breath, "Mewnian medical practices are truly a wonder. Anyway, Mom is staying here with Mariposa and Dad is running errands for work, so we're on our own in terms of getting there."

"Dragoncycle," she said flatly.

"Star, no," he responded.

"Draaaaagoncyyyyycle," she repeated lyrically.

"Star, I've already told you, I'm not taking you on Nachos."

"Oh, c'mon!" she protested, "Why not?"

"Because I love you and if I accidentally killed you in a dragoncycle accident, I'm pretty sure River would break every bone in my body," he said shuddering. "And Moon? She'd probably force feed me one of her strawberry death pies."

"Ugggh, fine," she relented, "How are we getting there?"

"The sun is out," he answered, "It's warmer today than it has been, get Cloudy Two out of the garage and let's take him for a spin."

"Her, Marco," she corrected, "Cloudy Two is a girl."

"Okay, her out for a spin."

"Mmm," she sounded as she considered his suggestion. "Race you to the garage!" she yelled as she flew by in a blur leaving him no choice but to chase after her.

Marco calmly pedaled his red bike down a quiet street, a scarf wrapped around his neck and gloves on his hands. The houses he passed all had roofs covered with snow that was now melting in the warm sunlight. As he admired the odd beauty of a Southern California city covered in snow, Star zoomed past him on her bike, Cloudy Two.

Dressed in her own winter coat with mittens and a baby blue helmet on her head, she pedaled foward. "C'mon, Marco!" she called out, "Keep up!"

Marco began pedaling harder as Star lowered herself over her handlebars to gain speed. "I'm glad you remembered how to ride!" he called out in response.

"Duh!" she grinned, "I'm awesome at everything that isn't math!" As she boasted, her bike hit a patch of black ice and she began to lose control. "Whoa, hang on, okay, pedal in reverse." She started doing so for nothing to happen. "Marco?!" she yelled while continuing her efforts, "I can't stop! Pedaling in reverse isn't working!"

Marco pedaled as hard as he could to catch up to her as her bike wobbled left and right. She let go of the handlebars and braced herself as she crashed into a group of garbage cans that had been left on the side of the street. Marco winced at the sound of the clattering bins ands the sight of his girlfriend coming to rest on the asphalt. "Star! Are you okay?!"

"Yeah, yeah," she replied as she got up and dusted herself off. "Man, these helmets really work!" She gave her headgear two knocks with her fist.

"Yeah, thank goodness," he said with a nervous chuckle. "I'm sorry, Star. I totally forgot to tell you, Cloudy Two has calipers."

"Caterpillars?" a confused Star asked, "Why does she have caterpillars?"

"No, calipers," he said, enunciating. "You stop by squeezing these things on the handles." He pointed out the brake controls to her.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as she picked the bike up from the ground. "Okay, let me try these out." She got back on the seat and began riding in a circle around him before squeezing the brakes and coming to a dead stop. "Wha, wha, whoa," she said as she briefly lost her balance before planting her feet back on the ground. "All right, that's actually way easier than the reversing thing."

"Good," he said as he got ready to continue their ride. "Ready to keep going?"

"What did you do to my garbage cans?!" yelled a voice from nowhere. Suddenly, a man dressed in a bathrobe and slippers ran out into the street and started picking the fallen cans up and righting them. "What kind of idiot just runs into..." He stopped and stared at Star, who instantly recognized him. It was the man for the park the night of her birthday party. "You again! You little brat!"

"Uhh," she stuttered, "I have no idea what you're talking about. Let's go, Marco!"

"Nah, you're the girl who can't help but continue to ruin my life," he said as he stepped towards her, only for Marco to block his path.

"I suggest you back up," he said holding a hand up to him.

"Or what?" the man asked angrily as Marco stood his ground and Star watched the scene unfold. Her mind panicked at the situation before her, but her heart fluttered seeing her best friend, once again, put himself between her and potential danger. After a few seconds, the man took a half step back and slumped his shoulders.

"C'mon, Star," he said turning back to her, "We don't want to be late." She began to slowly pedal away as he got back onto his bike and followed. She looked back at the man who began picking his spilled garbage from the street and putting it back in the cans. When they turned a corner and were out of his sight, she slowed down, dropping back so she could ride with side by side with Marco.

They rode together for another ten minutes, leaving the residential streets and entering the quiet downtown area. They came up to a small office complex and found a set of bike racks. Star dismounted her ride and Marco took a bike lock out of the pocket of his hoodie. She watched him wrap the chain around both his bike's and Cloudy Two's wheels and locked them together on the rack. As he finished, she grabbed his arm and gave him an unexpected kiss.

"What was that for?" he asked with a blush.

She wrapped her arm tightly around his as they began walking to the building's entrance. "For being you," she replied with a smile as the automatic doors opened, bidding them inside.

Star sat in a row of chairs placed against a white wall and observed her surroundings. The waiting room of the dental practice had chairs arranged against three walls. A large coffee table, with a selection of magazines on it, sat between them. Across the room sat a mother, who was mindlessly flipping through one of the magazines, next to her son, who appeared to be three or four years old.

She noticed the young boy staring at her and gave him a smile and a wave. He continued to stare, bug-eyed, to the point that she became uncomfortable. She took a magazine off of the table and flipped it open, placing it strategically between her eyes and his. She peaked over the top of the page only to confirm that his stare remained.

Marco entered the room carrying a pen and a clipboard and sat down next to her. "This is a torture chamber, isn't it?" she whispered to him.

"What?" he replied, "It's the waiting room."

She put the magazine down on her lap. "Marco, look around you," she continued, "The walls...they're so...white."

"And?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"It's...unsettling," she said, "And look at the artwork on those walls. Every one of them is of a sailboat."

He scanned the pictures on the walls and to his surprise, she was right. Every one of them depicted some sort of sailboat, which he internally admitted was odd. "That doesn't make this a torture..."

"And these magazines," she interrupted, holding up the one she had in her lap, "They are all about golf." He looked down to find that, once again, she was right. A dozen magazines laid out on the table, and everyone of them was about golf. "And not the fun, mini-kind of golf," she went on holding the periodical closer to his face, "It's the boring kind with the big heavy bags and the horrible outfits."

He took the magazine from her hands and put it back on the table. "Why don't we forget about the reading material, and the pictures, and the walls..."

"Also, this chair is really itchy," she interjected.

"...And you can help me fill out these medical forms," he finished.

"Fine," she said, folding her arms.

He held up the clipboard, clicked the pen on and began writing. "Okay, name is Star..."

"No!" she whisper-yelled, "Don't write that!"

"Your name?" he asked.

"Well, everyone in Echo Creek hates me and chances are this dentist guy does too. I've been thinking about changing my name. How about Ashley? Don't you want to date an Ashley?"

"Not really."

"Argh, okay," she relented, "Just change my last name so they don't know it's me."

"Change it to what?"

"I don't know," she snapped, "Use yours."

Marco stared at the form wide-eyed for a moment before he managed to take a breath. "I...I don't think I'm ready to write...Star Diaz on any official forms just yet."

Star matched his expression, going wide-eyed hearing the proposed name aloud. "Right...how about Johansen? By Earth rules, it has the advantage of being technically correct."

"The best kind of correct," he concurred as he scribbled the name down. "Okay, medical history. Do you think they need to know you used to be able to transform into a butterfly?"

"Maybe?"

"I'll write it down," he said writing away, "I'll also put down that you died but brought yourself back to life."

"Don't forget about the time I got a monster arm."

"That wasn't you, that was me."

"Oh, I also got that mild case of pixie lung when we tried to pay my mirror bill."

"Right," he continued scribbling, "Man, they really don't give you a lot of space in the 'other' section. Okay, any allergies?"

"West Mewnian ragweed and spider bites," she replied.

"Really? Spider bites?"

"Yeah, never been to Penelope's house. Can't risk it."

"Okay, what's your favorite number?" he asked.

"That's on the form?" she questioned, "I guess, seven?"

"Seven seven seven, seven seven, seven seven seven seven," he said in rapid succession, "And there's your Social Security number, I'll go give this to reception."

Star found herself seated in a dental examination chair, tapping her fingers on the armrests and taking in the surrounding room. The walls were the same pure white in color, or lack of color as far as she was concerned, as the waiting room. The only visual stimulation found was hanging to her right, yet another picture of yet another sailboat. In front of her, a bank of white cabinets adorned the wall, the counter space on top of which sat all manner of unfamiliar instruments, uniformly silver and shiny.

"Well, at least this throne is comfortable," she said to herself as she tried to relax. "I should ask where they got it, Dad would love one of these."

Her attention was pulled to the door as it opened and a middle-aged woman wearing blue medical scrubs and carrying a clipboard entered the room. "Miss Johansen?" she asked.

"Who? Oh right, me," replied Star, "You can just call me Ashley, I mean, call me Star."

"Nice to meet you," the woman replied, "My name is Melissa, I'm going to prep you for your filling today."

Star hesitated. "Are you going to...force feed me...or something?"

"No..." said Melissa as she sat down on the stool next to Star, "We're going to repair your cavity." She took a small paper cup from one of the cabinets, filled it from a bottle and handed it to her.

"Oh, thanks, I was getting thirsty," she said, taking the cup and drinking it before turning green and spitting it out. "Blech! That drink was terrible!"

"That's because it was disinfecting mouth wash," Melissa said as she took the empty cup from her. "You've never been to the dentist before, have you?"

"Nope," she replied bashfully.

"Well, let's just take a look." Melissa put on a face mask, followed by protective eyewear and latex gloves. She pulled down the lamp hanging over the chair and shined it down on Star's head. "Okay, can you open up for me, please?"

Star slowly opened her mouth to which Melissa began pulling at her lips and checking her teeth. "Hmmm..." she hummed as she ran her gloved fingers along her gums. "You seriously haven't been to a dentist before?"

"Blah!" she sputtered as Melissa removed her fingers, "No, never have been."

"That can't be possible," Melissa declared. "Your teeth, they're...perfect. They're straight, no plaque, no signs of gum recession...are those...are those your wisdom teeth?"

"Wisdom teeth?" she questioned.

"They fit perfectly," Melissa confirmed, "They don't have to be removed at all."

"Oh, good," she sighed, "So, we don't need a warnicorn then?"

The door once again opened and in came an older woman with gray hair pulled back in a ponytail, wearing a white coat over her own blue scrubs. "Hello," she said, closing the door behind her, "I'm Dr. Parsons, I'll be doing your filling today."

"Hi, my name is..." Star began.

"Star Butterfly?" the Doctor interrupted with a smile.

"Yeah..." she confirmed hesitantly.

"It's so funny," said Dr. Parsons, "My husband just sent me a photo of you. You crashed into our neighbors garbage cans?"

"Um, yeah, I guess I did."

"Made my day!" Dr. Parsons laughed and smiled. "That man is such a horse's...I mean, that stupid little dog of his is always digging up my flower beds and doing his business on my putting green."

"Man," she replied, relieved, "I wonder what kind of job that dog has."

"Anyway, thank you for that," the Doctor concluded as Melissa got up from the stool and she took her place. "Let's get that cavity filled." She picked out one of the silver instruments and pulled its trigger showing it to be a small drill-like device. Star peered at it in the Doctor's hand and started to sweat heavily.

"This is gonna hurt, isn't it?" she timidly asked.

"Oh, honey," Dr. Parsons replied while holding up a small hypodermic needle, "Have I got good news for you."

Marco leaned back in the itchy chair as he used the waiting room for its intended purpose. He looked across the coffee table to see the young boy seated next to his mother, who was now mindlessly tapping away on a compact mirror, staring at him. Watching the young boy as he twiddled his thumbs for a minute, Marco couldn't help but wonder if he ever blinked. Desperate to break the impromptu staring contest, he grabbed a magazine from the table and flipped it open.

"Let's see what's new in the world of golf," he whispered to himself as he opened it, taking a brief glance to confirm he was still being watched. "Mmm, Mastering the Putting Green? Umm, How to lower your handicap by two strokes in twelve easy steps? A review of the Grantminster Golf Club? Star is right, this game is stupid."

He continued flipping through the pages full of pictorials of lush green courses mixed in with ads for horrible outfits when something caught his eye. An ad featuring several young men and women together on a park bench reading textbooks in front of a large oak tree with a modest building and clock tower behind it. "Huh," he said as he studied the text, "Echo Creek Community College." He saw a phone number at the bottom of the page, pulled his compact out and dialed.

He held it up to his ear and listened to hear three successive tones and an automated voice. "We're sorry, the mirror you have dialed is not recognized, please check the number and dial again."

"That figures," he sighed as he hit the end-call button. "I wonder if..." He dialed 411 into the keypad and held it back to his ear.

"Hello and thank you for calling Reflectacorp directory assistance," said a cheerful voice on the other end. "It is my pleasure to offer you great customer service. How may I assist you today?"

"Hi," he replied, bewildered as he took another glance at the ad. "Can you connect me to the Echo Creek Community College admissions office?"

"Please hold while I check on that for you," the reply came. "Thank you for your patience. I have found the listing you requested. Would you like me to connect you?"

"Yes, please."

"I would be happy to do that for you," the cheerful voice said, "Before I let you go, would you be willing to take a brief survey on your experience with Reflectacorp mobile technology?"

"Sure, I guess."

"I appreciate your cooperation, sir. The first question I would like to ask is 'How likely are you to recommend Refelctacorp to your friends and family?"

"Aren't you guys like the only mirror company on Mewni?" he asked bluntly.

There was a silent pause from the other end before the voice came back. "I will be happy to connect your call now, sir. Have a great day and thank you for using Reflectacorp mobile technology." Marco was relieved to now hear the sound of an Earth-style phone ringing from the other end.

"E-triple-C admissions," came a new voice, "This is Jeanie speaking, how can I help you?"

"Hi," he said, caught slightly off guard. "My name is Marco Diaz and I was wondering if you could tell me what the application process is?"

"Are you a High School graduate or have an equivelency certificate?" asked Jeanie.

"I do," he replied, "It has some taco grease on it, but I still have it."

"Congratulations, Mr. Diaz," said Jeanie, "Oh behalf of E-triple-C, I would like to inform you of your acceptance to college."

"Wait, that's it?"

"Look, kid," came a stern response, "The sky is eight different shades of purple, a giant eagle stole my garden gnome this morning and this is a community college."

"Sorry," he apologized, "I just always thought my acceptance to college would be more...celebratory."

"Oh," Jeanie replied, "Did I not say 'congratulations?'"

Dr. Parsons was leading a somewhat lightheaded Star down a hallway back to the practice's reception desk. "Wow, painkillers are amazing," said Star, drooling a little from her numb mouth, "You could punch me in the jaw, I wouldn't feel it. Go ahead and try, I'll be fine." The Doctor laughed at her rambling as they reached the desk.

"Miss Butter, I mean Johansen here is all set," the Doctor told the receptionist.

"Wait a minute, I had a boyfriend with me," slurred Star, "But I forgot his name, I want to say Tom?"

The Doctor opened the door to the waiting room and leaned in. "Excuse me, is there a boyfriend in here? Possibly named Tom?"

"I guess that's me," the voice of Marco came from behind the door. He entered the reception area to find Star with her head resting on the desk, trying not to drool all over it."

"Yeah! That's the guy!" she declared upon seeing him. "I'm sorry, what's your name again?"

"She's going to be a little out of it for a bit," explained Dr. Parsons, "I decided to use the good stuff for our first timer. She'll be able to eat in a half hour, be prepared for a mess if she tries to drink anything in the meantime."

"Thanks, Dr. Parsons," replied Marco as he approached Star at the desk. "I'll get her home safe and sound."

"Marco!" she slurred, "That's my boyfriend, isn't he cute?"

"Sure is," the Doctor replied rolling her eyes with a slight smile. "Haven't seen him in a while, he should probably come in soon. I'm sure he's formed plenty more cavities for me to fill."

"Wait, wait, wait," she said said snapping out of her stupor, "Marco gets cavities too?"

"You kidding?" said Dr. Parsons as she turned to head back to her office, "He's the reason my sailboat has a wine cellar!"

Star looked at her annoyed boyfriend with a smile upon hearing the revelation. "Everyone gets cavities," he said, "It's not a big deal." He turned to the receptionist and asked, "What do we owe?"

"That'll be $650 for today," the receptionist replied with a smile.

"Of course it will," he said as he reached for his wallet only to not find it. "Hang on, I have it somewhere." He started digging through all of his pockets, certain he had remembered to bring it.

"You forgot your wallet?" She asked, watching the panic set in.

He stopped his search and gave her a worried look. "Do you..." he hesitated, "Do you have any money?"

"Hang on," she said pulling her star-shaped purse out and opening it up. "Dad gave me some for my birthday," she turned to the receptionist, "Do you take Mewnian crowns?"

"Oh, you shouldn't have to use your birthday money for..." he started before she snapped at him.

"Marco!" she began before her tone turned cold, "It was my cavity. Let me take care of myself just once." She pulled a small drawstring bag out and opened it to reveal a few dozen gold coins. "I think twenty covers it, I'm not sure what the exchange rate is." She dumped a pile of coins on the desk and slid them over to the receptionist turned bill collector.

Marco considered her somewhat harsh words and decided not to push it. "Hey, why don't we ride over to the ice cream parlor for a treat?" he suggested, heading for the exit.

"Ice cream?" she asked, following him, "Like with sugar in it?"

"I think you've earned it," he confirmed with a smile, holding the door open for her as she walked through. He followed her out, hoping to leave behind another difficult situation.

Outside the small old-style ice cream parlor found on a quiet street in downtown Echo Creek, Marco's bike and Cloudy Two are found leaning against the building. Inside, Star and Marco are sitting across from one another at a small table, each with an ice cream cone in hand. Marco's is a modest single scoop of chocolate while Star's is four scoops tall, with chocolate, vanilla, strawberry and a dark purple ice cream all present. "I can't believe they had ogg-berry!" she tells Marco as she takes long vertical lick.

"Maybe that's why no one else is here," responded Marco as he looked around to see they were the only customers present. "That stuff smells pretty weird."

"But, it's sooo good," she chided before taking another lick.

"I guess it's also possible Californians aren't into ice cream when it's winter," he mused. They both enjoyed their treats in silence for a few moments before he spoke again. "Hey, thanks for paying for the ice cream...and the other thing."

"Yeah," she replied, taking a break from her tongue assault on cone in her hand. "Sorry that I was...mean about it."

"It's okay," he said before taking a lick of his. "You're...you're right though...I should let you take care of yourself."

"Thanks," she took another long lick, "And thanks for...well, everything." He smiled at her before taking a bite from his ice cream. "Oh, my corn," she said watching him, "Did you just bite into your ice cream?"

"Yeah..." he answered with a mouth full of chocolate.

"Okay," she said with a smirk, "I didn't realize you were a psycho, I guess we gotta break up." He looked at her quizzically before reaching over and knocking her ice cream cone into her face.

"Blah!" she exclaimed as melting ice cream dripped from her mouth. She took her cone and smushed it into his face in retaliation, sacrificing the remainder of the ogg-berry flavor in a fit of laughter. He grimaced briefly before joining in her laughter and licking the ice cream from around his mouth.

"Wow, ogg-berry is pretty good," he remarked, surprised.

"Told ya," she replied as she wiped her face off with a napkin. She handed him a napkin as well and smiled as she watched him clean himself off.

"Do you...do you ever think about the future?" he asked as he took the used napkin from her and disposed of it with his own.

"I used too," she said, "All the time, but now, not so much."

"Really?"

"Yeah, about being Queen," she confirmed, "About getting better at magic...About leaving Earth and never seeing you again." She contemplated what she had just confessed before she remembered something from earlier. "Wait...is this about the name thing? Did the idea of Star Diaz freak you out too much?"

"I mean, not that much," he said with lowered eyebrows, "I assume you have a notebook where you've mindlessly scribbled out 'Star Diaz' a million times."

"I do not!"

"You probably keep it in your secrets closet next to the ones filled with 'Star Lucitor' and 'Star Greeson.'" he teased.

"I ain't changing my name for you or any man," she defied, "Especially not for Oskar...and I'm sure you still have your's with 'Marco Lynn Thomas Diaz' or whatever all over it."

"I do not," he chuckled, "And it's not about that." He continued, "I just, I called E-triple-C while you were in with the dentist. Apparently...I can go."

"E-triple-what?"

"Echo Creek Community College," he clarified, "I thought it might be a good idea to take a few classes and see how it feels."

"College?" she raised an eyebrow, "You mean, I would be dating a college guy?"

"I thought we were breaking up," he retorted smugly, "Apparently, I'm a psycho."

"Can you get a hoodie with the college's name on it for me to wear? That way when people ask, I can be all 'Oh yeah, my boyfriend goes there.'"

"I don't think they have their own hoodies," he guessed, "It's just a community college."

"Oh, I'm making one then," she declared.

"So, you're okay with it?"

"I think it's great!" she exclaimed, "Why wouldn't I be okay?"

"I just don't want you thinking I'm moving on in life...without you," he confessed. "You haven't really talked about doing anything until the whole vampire thing. By the way, did you still want to see Eclipsa today?"

"Umm," she thought for a moment, "The vampires can wait until later. What's another day or two after 300 years?"

"Okay," he agreed.

"And as for you moving on without me?" she continued, "That ain't happening. Just like with the name change thing, you're stuck with Star Butterfly forever." With her finger, she booped his nose as they gave each other a smirk.