This was based on the prompt for "Ends" from the 100 Fanart challenge
The Dills and the staff of Beet's Alpine Suites gathered in the kitchen for a celebratory dinner — surviving an avalanche, getting a five-star review from Madame Chalot, and a business deal for the Veggie Tones to be the permanent house band for the hotel, all happening in one afternoon, was enough to get everyone to kick up their hypothetical heels.
In the midst of the merrymaking, Finnegan caught Mirabelle's eye and nudged his head toward the swinging double doors. She nodded, understanding. Although they had had a few moments alone after Finnegan had rescued her from falling to her death, they still had a lot to say to each other.
The two slipped upstairs with a urn of hot cocoa, a bag of marshmallows and two mugs, Finnegan fixed up a fire in the stone fireplace to combat the chill of his roomy office, and together he and Mirabelle sank onto one of the nearby green couches.
"I've called my lawyer," Finnegan told her, stirring cinnamon into his cocoa. "He'll draft up contracts for you and your family. No more working for free from now on. Your debt is more than paid in full."
"A permanent home," she sighed happily. "I almost forgot what it felt like to have roots — no pun intended."
"I let you go once," he muttered, averting his large eyes. "I'm not letting that happen again."
Mirabelle beamed at him. "I think this is what's called a happy ending, Finnegan."
He gave a wry chuckle. "You mean they actually happen in real life?"
"They can be easy to miss," she admitted playfully, "because they often double as a happy beginning."
The corners of Finnegan's wide mouth shifted upward, and he raised his mug of cocoa. "I'll drink to that."
Smiling, Mirabelle lifted hers as well, and they clinked their mugs together.
THE END