Summary: Some Saffron moments

"So, Saff, when are you plannin' on settling down?"

Saffron gazed at his father, the Foliage King. He turned his gaze away, staring at the hedges instead.

"Uh…" he began.

"Ah, I'm messing with you, son!" the Foliage King laughed, slapping his son's shoulder. "I don't give a damn whether you get married or not. It's up to you."

Saffron kept staring at the ground. "Whatever, Dad."

"Been a while since you've come home," the king continued. "That club you're always at must be real special."

"You could say that," Saffron admitted.

"Lots of friends?" the King asked.

"Dozens," Saffron replied.

"That's my boy!" the king slapped his shoulder. "Always been popular with everyone, eh?"

Saffron chuckled. "Yeah."

He thought about his father's question. Would he ever get married? It couldn't be to any of the girls at the Cursed Princess Club. To him, they were all like little sisters. Well, except for Prez, of course. She was his reluctant superior. And Syrah, who was (almost) his equal.

He grimaced. At home, he was stuck with his brothers, and at the club, with his sisters. Family was everywhere he went, it seemed.

"Seems I can never get away from family," Saffron admitted.

"Ain't that the truth!" the king boomed. "You stayin' for the family potluck tonight?"

Saffron grinned. "Well, duh."

Saffron groaned. "Not another slumber party!"

He tapped his chin. Well, at least this gives me another chance to challenge Prez for the role of president!

Even though he always lost to her… he was confident this time. He had this in the bag!

The slumber party was fairly crowded; almost the entire CPC was there, including Gwen… and a hesitant Frederick. Saffron was glad to see him; he was so relieved he wouldn't be the only guy there for a change.

"Ugh," Saffron walked up to Frederick. "Get ready for a night of pain, buddy."

Frederick shivered. "Uh… maybe I should go."

"He's over-exaggerating," Syrah walked over. "It's fun, Frederick! For everyone except flower boy here."

Saffron gave her a rude gesture. "C'mon, Frederick, we need a break from all this."

The two headed away from the others. Saffron grabbed some cups.

"Saffron…" Frederick made a face. "If you complain about the club so much… why do you keep coming?"

"Y'really think I hate it here, Frederick?" Saffron retorted. "Why would I keep coming if I hated this place?"

Frederick looked away. "Um…"

"Hey, I like to complain," Saffron shrugged. "It's what I do. And this place… well, this place is special. I don't hate my brothers or anything, but man… they're such a pain in the ass sometimes. I really need a break. That's half the reason I come here."

Frederick nodded. "Yeah, I get what you mean…"

"Everyone's a little different," Saffron continued. "Y'know. Prez turns into a spider, Nell's got her prophecies, Syrah's nose grows, you get the idea. My hand moves in funny ways. Thing is, even though our curses are different, we're all misfits. We're all one in the same, y'know?"

Frederick nodded.

"So that's it," Saffron told him. "As much as this place peeves me off, it's important. We all have each other's backs. Some of the members have been through some tough shit. Y'know Nell was locked up in a cage by her family her whole life?"

"Really?" Frederick gasped.

"Oh yeah," Saffron nodded. "Renée's family basically kicked her out. You've heard Prez's story already. It's harsh. That's why this place is great. And, I… ugh." He grimaced. "I'm a blockhead, I'm bad with feelings, but… I hate seeing people upset. Especially the girls in this club. They need the support, 'specially from me."

"You feel sorry for them," Frederick replied.

"Who wouldn't?" Saffron asked. "My curse is nothing compared to some of these girls."

Frederick blinked, before looking away.

"I know you and Gwen aren't actually cursed, but you still got a reason to be here," Saffron told him. "You're misfits too, ain't ya?"

"I guess," Frederick shrugged.

"You'll find your place," Saffron told him. "We all belong somewhere."

Saffron grimaced, picking up his toddler nephew. He glowered at his older brothers Dandelion and Carnation, who were sorting through some seeds.

They were inside the Foliage Palace, simply preparing for the hot pot that evening. Plants were scattered across the wooden tables.

"Keep an eye on your brats, Dandy," Saffron told Dandelion, handing him his son.

"I'm always keeping an eye on you," Dandelion retorted, grabbing his son with one arm. "That hairless chin of yours ain't hard to find!"

He and Carnation burst out into laughter. Saffron glared at them, holding up his fist. His cursed hand went off, poking himself in the eye. His nephew began laughing as well.

Saffron flipped them the bird before he stormed off. He headed outside, nearing the hedge maze.

He ran into one of his younger brothers, Jasmine.

"Saff!" Jasmine shouted. "You're home!"

"I've been home for a few hours," Saffron whacked the back of his brother's head. "Keep up with the times, Jazz."

Jasmine glared at him, reaching out for a punch. Saffron avoided it, putting an arm around his brother's neck.

"You miss me?" Saffron asked.

"No way," Jasmine retorted, but he was smiling.

They went through the maze, finding another one of Saffron's younger brothers, Lavender. Lavender was holding his newborn daughter, showing her around the maze. His wife was right beside him.

"When are you having kids?" Jasmine asked Saffron.

"When are you?" Saffron retorted.

"Yeah, you'd be bad with kids," Jasmine agreed.

"Hey, I have to be Uncle Babysitter 24/7," Saffron snapped. "There's no one more qualified!"

"No you're not!" Jasmine argued. "You're with your weirdo friends 99% of the time!"

"Beats being around you," Saffron got back.

They continued bickering, walking throughout the maze. More kids raced around.

"When are you going back to your friends?" Jasmine asked.

"I thought you didn't care," Saffron replied, brow raised.

"I don't!" Jasmine snapped. "I'm just curious!"

Saffron sighed, staring down at him.

"You never change, Jazz," he admitted. "I can see through that fake scowl."

Jasmine tried to respond, but just angrily stormed off instead. Saffron simply rolled his eyes.

"Vice President?"

Prez eyed Saffron, cautiously.

"Yeah," Saffron replied. "You need someone to run things when you're not around, right?"

Prez made a face. "This isn't a ploy to change the club's name, is it?"

"What!" Saffron shouted. "Of course not."

Prez stared at him.

"C'mon, Prez, the club's title is so misleading!" Saffron complained. "We've got more guys in the club now! It's not fair to us."

Prez raised a brow.

"Hey, you've left me in charge before, right?" Saffron asked. "I can handle it!"

Prez made a face. "Well, that is true…"

"I'm responsible," Saffron assured her. "How long have I been coming here for? I've always looked out for everyone."

Prez had to nod in agreement. Even if he spent most of that time complaining, she knew Saffron truly did care for the members of the club.

"... alright," Prez tilted her head. "You're officially Vice President of the CPC."

"Yessss!" Saffron pumped his cursed fist, which went flying in the other direction.

"Be careful," Prez advised.

"Yeah yeah," Saffron waved her off, crossing his arms.

He jumped onto a table.

"LISTEN UP!" he shouted. "I'M VICE PRESIDENT NOW, SO YOU'D BETTER PAY ATTENTION!"

The members stared up at him.

"First off…" Saffron waved a hand. "We change the name of this club! And then we're going to do some weeding! The garden's a mess!"

Prez face-palmed. Perhaps this wasn't a good idea after all.

"And, uh, then we'll do whatever," Saffron shrugged. "I dunno. I want you guys to have fun."

"Slumber party?" Monika suggested.

Saffron shook his head. "I'm banning those!"

The members protested.

"Okay, okay, fine!" Saffron snapped. "But only one per year!"

Prez dragged him off the table before he could make any more rules.

"No way! That's so cool!"

Princess Lorena sat up, flowers blooming all around her. Prince Saffron was standing right there, eyeing all the flowers. The Pastel Siblings, at last, were meeting the CPC - the real CPC, that is.

"Do it again!" Saffron told her, his eyes wide.

"Uh, sure!" Lorena made more flowers boom.

"Awesome," Saffron clapped. "That's literally the coolest thing I've ever seen!"

"Wow, thanks!" Lorena grinned.

"Man, I'm so jealous," Saffron groaned, sitting next to her. "I wish I could grow flowers. But the only thing I can grow are these."

He made a bunch of suspicious-looking leaves appear. They sprouted across his cursed hand.

Lorena made a face. "Are those…?"

"Ehh, maybe," Saffron shooed them away. "Well, whatever. It comes in handy when I trim off one too many leaves on my hedges."

"Oh, you do gardening?" Lorena asked.

"Duh, I'm from the Foliage Kingdom!" Saffron replied. "We're the best gardeners you'll ever meet."

"What kind of things do you grow?" Lorena asked.

Saffron grinned. "Everything."

"Tell me all about it," Lorena leaned in.

And that was how the two spent an extremely long time just discussing plants.

Saffron had never been a fan of galas - but if the CPC was going, he was coming too.

He gazed over his costume, black slacks and a matching black jacket - this was one of the few times he could show off his cursed hand. Unfortunately, standing next to his parents and his 6 brothers, he stuck out like a sore thumb. He did not get the memo about dressing up as one of the seven dwarfs.

He grimaced. His older brother Tulip was making a stupid face at him.

"Probably good you didn't dress up as a dwarf," Tulip teased.

"Suits you pretty well, on the other hand," Saffron retorted, putting an arm on his brother's head.

Tulip glared at his brother, trying to punch him. Saffron got away from him, eyeing his parents. His father grinned, giving him a wave. His mother, in her Snow White dress, gave him a nod.

"Running back to your friends already?" his father asked.

Saffron nodded. "Can't stand you guys."

"You warm my heart, Saff," his father chuckled, his mother laughing behind him.

Saffron sighed. His family got on his nerves, just as everyone did. But as much as he loved them, he had a club to look out for.

He found the members of the CPC… well, only a few of them. Prez waved over at him.

"Seems everyone's split up," Prez grumbled. "Gwen's gone, no idea where Monika is, Jolie's taken off…"

"Oh, just let us have fun, Prez!" Syrah chuckled. "Hey, flower boy." She put her arm in Saffron's. "Let's go get some drinks."

"But we-!" Prez trailed off. "Okay, you know what, you're right. Just… don't get too drunk."

"No way," Syrah laughed. "I've only had a few."

Before Prez could respond, she and Saffron had taken off. They headed over to the drinks table.

"A few," Saffron repeated, tilting his head.

"Hey, gimme a break," Syrah chuckled, punching his shoulder.

Syrah got herself and Saffron some glasses.

"Thanks," Saffron took one of the glasses. He sipped his drink.

"Enjoying yourself, flower boy?" Syrah asked.

"So-so," Saffron waved a hand. "You know parties like this do my head in."

"Oh, come on," Syrah rolled her eyes. "Now you sound like Prez."

Saffron sipped his drink, ignoring her. The music suddenly changed; a disco-themed song began playing.

"Oo, I love this song," Syrah gushed. "It's a classic!"

"You like this crap?" Saffron asked.

"Speak for yourself," Syrah nudged his ribs.

She swished her hips back and forth, in time to the music. Her dress sparkled in the light, her heels clacking against the floor. With her costume, she looked like a wooden puppet - the most intricate wooden puppet one could ever make.

Saffron rolled his eyes, looking away.

"C'mon, flower boy," Syrah clicked her fingers. "Let's dance!"

"No way," Saffron crossed his arms.

Syrah flipped her hair over her shoulder, getting close to the ground. Saffron kept drinking his booze.

"Watch this!" Syrah grabbed his arm, swinging him around.

"Hey!" Saffron snapped.

Syrah kept dancing, continuing to snap her fingers. Saffron groaned, tapping his foot against the ground.

Syrah copied him, the two moving in sync. Saffron huffed, looking away. He kept tapping his foot.

He couldn't help it, a smile appeared on his face. Syrah winked at him.

"So you do like this song," she told him.

"I don't," Saffron argued, lifting his foot. "You're a pain in the ass, y'know."

"I know," Syrah replied. "So are you."

Saffron rolled his eyes, walking away. He wasn't a fan of parties. Most of the time.