Author Notes: Heeeeeeeeey friends. Its been a minute or so. I uh. Got busy with life. Here's more content! We continue from last chapter with Marco having leveled up, and Star being Star when left alone (thats bad).

"...nothing important!" Star claims immediately, though she glances down at where a large purse I only now realize she's wearing bounces against her hip with every bump the bike travels over. "I definitely paid for all of it. With gold! Good Mewnian gold." The girl nods her head vigorously, curtain of blonde hair flowing closer to horizontal from the wind of our bike ride.

Gold, huh? I guess for a medieval royal, the only financial exchanges they'd be used to would be in gold and silver. Now that I think of it, Principal Skeeves was carrying a chest at school…. A treasure chest, maybe? Damn, I bet he's ridiculously wealthy now. No wonder the police haven't come to investigate Star almost burning down the school-he got a literally princely bribe. Or, princessly I guess.

"Okay, thats way better than screaming at people to do things with your wand glowing. But remind me to have my parents get you a paper money allowance, we don't really deal in gold here, Star."

"Huh? But that doesn't make any sense. Everyone loves gold. Its almost as valuable as cornfields!" The confusion on her face would have likely been obvious, but unfortunately I had to keep my eyes on the road. Gotta keep it safe, after all, we were in too much of a rush to put on our helmets! My head feels naked…

"Man, you guys really love corn, huh? How about I cook you one of Earth's finest corn dishes when we get home?" Cornfields as valuable as gold? I guess food production makes you the king to begin with, going back. I wonder if they have trouble keeping the monsters away from farms? I don't really know how many monsters her dimension has.

A gasp rings out behind me and I feel my new best friend's fingers clamp hard enough to bruise my shoulders-though a little drip feed of warmth from my Heart seems to prevent too much damage. "YEEEEEeeesssssssssssss. Corn. Hehehehe." Star's voice starts out high pitched but lowers to an almost sinister hiss by the end. Thats a disturbing amount of gluttony…

I'm spared much more wondering about the economic status of another dimension by our home finally coming up, my bare feet not stinging as much from the ride over as I expected. The warrior princess throws herself from the bike as soon as it is slow enough to be 'safe' and rushes towards the door with her large purse full of ill gotten (?) gains. Suppose I'll find out what she sort of purchased when it becomes relevant.

For now, I of course have to perform maintenance on my perfect child, my one true love (just kidding Jackie I'm just here for her body) my Bicycle. Its only as evening falls a few hours in the garage touching up all the tiny scratches on my Baby that I realize that my parents have completely disappeared. After the incident earlier today between my father and Star, I suppose mom decided to take her husband out on a date night. Must be he needed the "tune up" she promised.

Its not super rare for them to disappear on a weekend. My parents are absolutely the type to really… physically enjoy themselves. Ughh. Once I was old enough to realize what I was catching my parents doing anytime they found themselves alone and in a mood, I started running them out of the house, both for my own sanity and the health of the exchange students who often stay with us. Thats not trauma that anyone needs, no matter how much Jeane said she was interested. Bah. Anyway, they've started leaving the house on their own whenever they need some alone time, they'll probably be back by morning, although they've also taken unexpected week long sabbaticals at times. Who knows?

They left some cash for dinner on the kitchen table, but I'd promised Star the finest corn based earth dish. That could only mean one thing:

"Marco's Super Awesome Naaaachooos~" I sang to myself, going to dress up in my usual hoodie+jeans combo, paired with a chefs hat! I then began to get the ingredients together. Tortilla chips, of course, salsa, block of cheese to grate, black olives, jalapenos, diced onions, and of course my secret collection of spices. Layer after layer is stacked high, then placed into the oven for just a bit to melt it all together.

"STAR! The corn food is almost ready!" I call out towards the kitchen door, hoping her extra big tower hasn't put her out of earshot in the otherwise silent house. I'm nearly startled out of my skin when the pantry door bursts open instead, and I turn to see my resident gremlin peel her way out of the small closet like space. I… was just getting spices from there. Where the heck was she hiding?

"Ugh, Marco, theres no need to yell." The hypocrisy evident in the loudest person I've ever met's statement is clearly not understood by the person in question, and when I give her a less then pleased look, Star just responds with innocent confusion. Damn her.

I just roll my eyes, then grab a pair of oven mitts. Peeling open the oven door allows the heavenly smell of gods gift to man to seep out into the kitchen, and Star gets uncomfortably close to the oven at the barest whiff of it. "Ooooh…." I smack her with an oven mitted hand before the cavewoman can burn herself, then slowly pull out the ambrosia of the gods that is mine own secret nacho recipe.

"Feast your eyes on…" I begin, before being interrupted by a familiar jingle, in the slightly accented voice of a Mewnian Princess.

"Marcos Super Awesome Naaaachooos~"

Oi. Star. Thats patented. Grumble grumble. I can't even feign annoyance for very long, as the long of excitement on her face makes everything alright.

"Go ahead and have a taste!" Unfortunately, even as Star digs her hand into the steaming hot cheesy chips, theres a knock on our door. Thats strange… I wander over to the door to see who it could be at this time of the evening, still holding the plate of nachos in an oven mitted hand. I slip off one of the mitts and open the door, peering around. Nobody at a glance, but then…. Glitter drifts down through the air. That CAN"T be a good sign.

I slowly look up and find myself face to face with one of the strangest things I've ever seen, what appears to be the head of a Unicorn cut off at the neck, and floating in midair at just above head height, a slow drizzle of glitter drooping from its neck hole and hiding any details.

"YO WHAT UP HOME FRIES?!" A ridiculously valley girl voice comes from the flying horse head. It is at this point that I admit I was mildly startled, enough to let out an unfortunately quite high pitched manly battle cry, and throwing my hard work into the air on reflex. The next thing I remember is slipping on delicious cheese, falling flat on my back, and then getting clanged right on the shin by the falling try. What a truly wonderful day I'm having..