"Could you tell me some memories from when you guys were younger?" Poppy asked Floyd, her having decided to spend a little bit more time with him before she and Branch really needed to leave, now sitting cross-legged on the dressing table much like Floyd was doing in his diamond.

Branch himself was leaned against the nearest surface that he could find. In this case a mirror. As much as he had wanted to go out quickly to find the rest of the band, but Poppy, being Poppy, wanted to know more about him. Though he still supposed they could set aside some time before they really did need to leave to find the others.

Floyd chuckled. "How much do you want to know?"

"Does ten months worth of memories count?"

"Woah." A soft laugh escaped Floyd's throat. He looked at Branch, who nodded in agreement, before looking back at her. "That's way too many memories worth talking about, Poppy."

"Hm." Poppy tapped lightly at her chin. "Just your absolute favorites then?"

"Once again way too many. How about a compromise? Two?"

"No! Four!"

A silence hit before Floyd spoke up. "There's not enough time for Branch and I to tell you about four memories, Poppy. Knowing Velvet and Veneer, they'll be back sooner rather than later for more of my talent."

"Okay, okay. Fair. Two it is," Poppy was forced to finally agree with a groan. "One memory each. You first or Branch first?"

"Hm… Branch?" Floyd asked after a moment, looking at him.

Branch shook his head. "No. I think you should go first. Poppy was asking you to tell her some memories after all. Which two have you decided on?"

"Hmmm…well… how about at least one memory from the week before the band broke up?"

"I don't want to talk about any of those memories," Branch grumbled. "Choose something else."

"How about something around the time you were born then?" Floyd compromised with a smile. "I bet Poppy would want to hear one of those stories…"

"Yeah, he's right, I would. Actually, two from around that time."

"How about the first time he followed me around the Troll Tree?"

"He had a tendency to follow you around the Troll Tree?" A rather amused look was quick to appear on Poppy's face. "Was it just you or was it any of your other brothers?"

"Just me, for some reason. Not any of the others."

"So like a sort of favorite brother type of bond," Poppy said with a smile on her face. She briefly looked at Branch, who returned the smile. Poppy returned her attention to Floyd, who nodded.

"Pretty much," Floyd said. "The rest of our family found it adorable because he was super attached to me and I got used to it within a week. That and he had a habit of refusing to stay in our family's pod unless I was there with him."

Such made Poppy question why her husband very often stayed by himself in his bunker for the last twenty years. "But he still had your parents and grandmother to watch him, right?"

"During concerts, yes. He always stayed backstage with them, and later on with just Grandma, waiting for us to finish performing and return. Always ran straight to me first." He turned to look at Branch. "Right, B?"

Branch nodded, folding his arms. "Yeah, pretty much. All the time."

Floyd smiled and looked back at Poppy. "Actually….I still remember the first time he refused to stay home alone…"

—

"But I don't want to stay home by myself," a four month old Branch whimpered with a pout, holding on to the nearest member of his family that he could find, in this case Floyd. "Someone needs to stay home with me."

A nine year old Floyd tried to pull away to no avail. "Branch, it's only for fifteen minutes. You'll be fine—"

"But I'm four months old and you're my favorite brother."

"Branch—" Floyd tried again, but his younger brother pouted and gave him puppy dog eyes. He turned his head and glanced at his parents and grandmother, all of whom were in mid discussion.

Eventually, their mother, Rosebud, turned to him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "Well, he actually does need to have someone with him…"

Floyd glanced around at his family. "What about the concert?"

"That's not until tonight, baby bro," Clay stated, looking at him. "It's the middle of the afternoon. Like you said, it's just for fifteen minutes."

"But there's not much for Branch and I to do."

"Sure there is," a gleeful Branch told him. "We could draw together, build a pillow fort and knock it down so we can have a pillow fight… no, we can build two pillow forts and use those pillows for a pillow fight instead of knocking them down!'

"Well, if that's all you want to do, then I suppose—"

—

"And, fifteen minutes later, our family returned home to a messy pod with pillows and various art supplies strewn all over the floor," Floyd finished his story with a laugh. Poppy laughed as well and gave Branch an amused eye roll. "It took us ages to clean the entire pod up because Branch wouldn't stop throwing pillows at all of us—"

At the sound of familiar footsteps coming back down the hall, cutting Floyd off before he could have a chance to finish his sentence and cutting Branch off before he could have a chance to bring up a childhood memory of his own, a panicky Floyd looked between the two before turning his attention towards the door. "You guys really need to hurry up and get the others. Now!"

Poppy and Branch looked at each other and firmly nodded in unison. They would do so as quickly as they could.

"Hurry," Floyd repeated. "Please!"

"Don't worry, Floyd, we will. Like I said earlier, we promise you we will," Branch was quick to let him know, giving Floyd a reassuring smile and resting one hand on the outside of the diamond bottle, Floyd doing the same, before he used his other hand to grab a hold of one of Poppy's hands, as she herself gave a nod of agreement, before he swung the both of them back up into the air vents.