Melanie arrived in the dining room to see 505 putting the food on the table.

"Good morning, 505!" Melanie said as she flew on her scythe.

505's blue face lit up in a smile as he laid the food down, opened his arms, and allowed Melanie to embrace him in a hug.

"Bleh!" Dementia said in disgust, glaring at Melanie enviously over her speed as she sat herself down in a chair on the other side of the table.

Just as Melanie and 505 ended their hug, Flug walked into the room and said, "Good morning, Melanie! Are you ready for your first classes of your re-education program?"

Melanie slid into her chair and said, "No, but I am ready to eat."

"Well, I'm sure I didn't feel ready either when I started working here," Flug said with a chuckle. "But I'm sure with our help you'll feel ready in no time."

Melanie scoffed and said, "I seriously doubt that."

"HA!" Dementia yelled as she filled up her plate with food. "I was born ready to serve my beloved Black Hat."

Melanie scoffed as she also filled up her plate and said, "What? Did you graduate from the BS Institute like Dr. Flug did?"

"That's the BH Institute, Melanie," Flug said annoyedly filling up his plate as 505 sat down in between him and Melanie.

"Same difference," Melanie retorted before digging into her waffles.

Dementia growled in her seat as Melanie ate her food with a snarky smile.

"Dementia," Flug reprimanded. "Calm down."

"But she insulted mi bon bon (my sweetheart)," Dementia snarled.

"Well, at least, that's something bad," said Flug.

"If you want to get technical, that's actually something good," Melanie said proudly pulling out her phone as 505 trembled nervously beside her. "Like John the Baptist, I'm calling out evil for what it is."

Dementia stared at Flug pleadingly and said, "Please let me fight her! Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssseeeeeeeee!"

Flug glared back in annoyance and replied, "Sorry, but no. And if you keep bothering me about it, I'm sending the Hat Bots after you."

Dementia sulked and reluctantly went back to eating her foot while muttering curses under her breath.

"So, Melanie, are you ready to hear about the day's agenda?" Flug asked only to receive no response. "Melanie?"

Flug looked back at Melanie who wasn't paying any attention. She and 505 were listening to some ancient music from Hildegard von Bingen with their eyes shut, and 505 was absolutely spellbound.

"Don't you just feel inspired?" Melanie said to 505.

505 nodded with a smile on his face as his flower grew another centimeter.

Dementia snickered in the background while Flug scowled in annoyance.

"It looks like she doesn't like listening to you either, nerd," Dementia teased.

Flug got up from his chair, tapped 505 gently on the shoulder, and said, "505, could you and Melanie take out your headphones for a moment? I need to give Melanie some instructions. 505?"

505 was so into the music that he didn't notice his father's efforts to get his attention.

Dementia snickered even harder and said, "Looks like your bear isn't listening to you either! Hahahahaha!"

Flug snatched Melanie's phone away along with the headphones and said, "That's enough. You can have this back at the end of the day, Melanie."

"Hey!" Melanie protested while 505 whimpered sadly. "What did you do that for?"

"You weren't listening to me and were influencing 505 to do the same thing," Flug replied. "That is unacceptable."

"What's the problem?" Melanie protested. "We were just listening to something on my phone and didn't hear you."

"I could see that," Flug retorted. "What were you listening to anyway?"

Melanie paused for a second before she replied, "A Let's Play."

"Really?" Flug replied with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah," Melanie said, even though she realized how terrible her lie was. "I can pull it up on my phone if you want."

Flug pulled out his wrist computer, pressed a button to summon his projected screen, pressed a few more buttons, and said, "No need. I can see what you were listening to without unlocking your phone and…according to this, you were listening to Hildegard Von Bingen."

"Yeah, so what?" Melanie retorted. "Hildegard Von Bingen was a very inspirational woman. She was faithful. She was a revolutionary composer. She was a botanist and adviser to kings…"

"And she was a hero!" Flug replied. "You and 505 don't need that good influence in your lives right now."

Melanie rolled her eyes and said, "Come on. We were just listening to music."

"Inspirational music," Flug retorted. "Music that you don't need to be listening to while you're being re-educated. Music that I'm sure Black Hat doesn't want you to be listening to either."

"Fine," Melanie replied. "I won't share my music anymore. Now, may I have my phone back please? I need to talk to my parents."

"No, don't give it back!" Dementia yelled from across the table. "Give it to me!"

"No way," Flug said turning his head over to talk to Dementia. "You always break your phones!"

"So?!" Dementia retorted. "She doesn't deserve to have a phone anyway!"

Just then, Flug felt the phone leaving his hand. Melanie had taken the opportunity to snatch the phone out of Flug's hands and stuff it into her purse headphones and all.

"ARGH!" Flug yelled standing up and storming out of the room. "Lessons start in an hour!"

505 sat down in his chair and next to Melanie and began whimpering anxiously. He never liked it when his Dad was upset.

Melanie gave him a side hug and said, "It's okay, 505. It's not your fault. It's mine. Flug isn't mad at you. He's mad at me. I am so sorry."

"Well, at least you got the nerd to leave," Dementia added from down the table. "Stupid Flug, not giving me another phone…"

Melanie didn't respond to Dementia's comment. She sat silently comforting 505 while they both ate their breakfasts.