In the kitchen, Clyde and Octavia were making the French dessert together, though it was a little messy for Octavia since she had never cooked anything in her life before. Petit fours were a yummy French delicacy and nothing tastes better than French desserts. Despite how messy it looked, the Goetia princess was having fun with one of her few friends that she had ever made, along with Lincoln, and Loona. Octavia even wished that the two laters were with them to have some baking fun together.

And, without admitting it, she wished that ther own father was there to have some baking. Sure Stolas can be a dorky kind of dad around the princess, but he was still her father after all.

She was impressed with how Clyde was on top of things in making this yummy delicacy. For she was watching and learning from this and how she can be a great chef like he is right now. Yes, Clyde had the perfect potential to become the greatest chef in the whole world. Someone better than Emeril or the has-been Boyardee. "Ok, now we just put the sugar in the bowl and we create the shapes of the petit fours into little squares."

"Got it." said Octavia.

While forming and making the little petit fours into the square shapes they are supposed to be in, Clyde couldn't help but ask: "Octavia, why don't you try looking for more friends in life?"

The disguised princess made a small frown. "Well it's... easier said than done, Clyde." she remarked. "Being rich and beautiful, it's hard to find some true friends. Because when you are rich and famous, many people will just hang around you for those two reasons i mentioned and probably take advantage of you."

"Ooh. Yeah, I understand that. Can't really trust anyone anymore when you are almost as rich as Elon Musk."

Octavia made a small chuckle. "Me and my family are not as rich as him? But we are still rich. Though I do have you guys. My mother would only want me to hang out with the classiest of friends and not poor riff-raff as she calls it."

"I take it she is an elitist?" Asked Clyde

The princess let out a small cute laugh. "An elitist would be the biggest understatement in a millennium, Clyde. She is the most elite of elitist. My mum would do anything to keep me and my family as rich and classy as possible. To her? It's always about the money, the royalty, and prestige."

"Well does she make you do prestigious things?" Clyde already folded about thirty of these petit fours already when he was talking. Octavia only managed to do five of them while she was speaking to one of her first friends.

"A few times, but I'm more close to my dad than my mum anyway. And he can be dorky and so embarrassing."

"he loves you." Said Clyde. "He wouldn't have come looking for you at my house before if he didn't love you."

"True. But he can be suffocating to me. Besides, the sooner they get divorced, the better. That way I won't have to scream at each other any more. Granted, mum moved out of my house, but they can still argue over the phone, which is a reason my dad dropped my off here in the first place."

Clyde can see that she is having a little bit of trouble trying to comprehend her parents' relationship still. Sure she's happier now, but this was certainly not something a child can shake off so easily in his or her life. "Look, why don't we just change the subject? I don't wanna make this too depressing for you, Octavia."

"Yeah, that is probably a good idea. I have enough worries in my life as it is." Octavia smirked. "So Clyde, have your fathers been good?"

"Yep. They're both in the garden together growing some tomatoes. They are trying to make sure no bugs or animals try to eat them, or they will be devastated to see even one tomato munched or snatched by a rabbit or two."

"Need my help getting rid of them?"

"Well we don't wanna kill them, we just wanna keep them away from the tomatoes."

"I understand." They both continued folding some more petit fours together. Once again, Octavia was a little behind in making these dessert pieces, and Clyde was already done making fifty of them.

So far, Octavia only crafted five more petit fours by herself.

"Don't worry Octavia." Clyde reassured her. "I know this is your first time.

"Look at all those petit fours you made, Clyde. You are amazing!"

"Merci." The dessert pieces were made into a rainbow in the exact order. Placing them on a large trey, the disguised princess helped him put the thing into the oven to bake. "Now we wait for half an hour for them to be finished."

"Cool."

Katie was growing more fond of Lincoln every minute she spends in the hot tub. It was like when Loona first met Lincoln, but the female hellhound doesn't like to admit being attached to the human boy like other people would like Katie and her sister.

"do you have a Hellhound bodyguard?" Lincoln couldn't help but ask.

"Yep. His name's Brutus, and he's one of the meanest hellhounds you would not want to make angry. He even broke another hellhound's neck when he tried to... have his way with me without ease. He's stronger and more muscular than Verosika's bodyguard.

"Where is he?" Asked Lincoln.

"He's off today." Said Katie. "He has a wife and a kid at home to take care of. If anyone wants hat hates tries to hurt or kill me, then they would have to deal with Brutus first."

"He's that strong?" Said Lincoln.

"Oh fuck yes. He can even pick up a large tree truck and break it in two like a popsicle stick."

Loona couldn't help but chuckle. "Bullshit, that's gotta be an overstatement about him. I know Hellhounds are strong but they're not that strong."

"Ok Loona, you got me." Said Katie with a smirk. "I was shitting you about the tree thing. But he is strong."

"Well I won't make him angry." Said Lincoln. "I promise."

Chuckling, Katie said: "I doubt you can piss him off, Lincoln, but good."

Silent a little again, Lincoln couldn't help but ask the Succubus metal singer, "who inspired you to become a singer?"

"There were many influences Joan Jett, Lita Ford, Megadeth, Metallica, Guns N Roses, AC/DC, Pantera, Van Halen, many of those kind of bands. Katie said. "I vowed to prove myself better than that stupid slut Madonna."

Making a growl of resentment, Loona said: "god I fucking hate Madonna. Her musics sucks donkey cock."

"I know. Her music is comparable to fucking hemorrhoids or explosive diarrhea. And someone having explosive diarrhea is way fucking better than listening to Madonna." Katie agreed. "So Lincoln you listen to other bands."

"Yep. I like all kinds of music, well... except for some country stuff."

"Ugh. Yeah, some of that shit them redneck hicks love to listen to." Katie smiled. "I can't stand some of that either."

"One of my favorite bands of all time is SMOOCH. I've been listening to them since I was little,"

"Ooh. Classic taste, I like that sweetie," Katie said. "I know I have said this before Lincoln, but I like you, sweetie. Really. I do."

"Not the romantic kind of love, right?"

"No, no, of course not. You're too young for me." Said Katie. "I am a Succubus but I am no molester or pedophile."

"Verosika said the same thing."

"Yeah, we succubi love love and enjoy... having fun with people who want some love? But we have standards." Katie remarked. "And I love kids. How can anyone not like those bundles of joy?"

"They pick their noses, like to be annoying and chew on things for no reason." Loona pointed

"What? I don't do that!" Lincoln sounded offended

The reaction gave Loona a chuckle. "Calm down, Linc. I was just kidding." She gave him a few gentle pats on the back thereafter. "Really, you're a cool kid... in a way."

"Got that right." Said Katie. "What do you do in your free time?"

"Well I read comic books, play video games, play with Clyde and watch spy movies."

"Ah, so you're adorkable as well." Katie tease.

"What? No!" Lincoln sounded offended? Making both the ladies laugh at his cute reaction.

"Come on Lincoln, I was just messing with you." Katie said. "I wouldn't think badly of you."

"OK. I'm just used to my sister Luan pulling jokes on me and my family. As long as it's not April Fools Day, because she is an evil genius on that holiday."

"But," Loona reminded, "I told you about the foolproof plan to get at her on April Fools."

"Right. You did."