Jay Halstead and Moose Mason were sitting comfortably on the couch in Jay's apartment, a notebook spread between them as they brainstormed more wedding ideas. Moose was sketching a rough layout of the venue possibilities, while Jay was jotting down notes about catering options. They were so immersed in their plans that when Jay's phone buzzed, he barely glanced at it before groaning.

Moose chuckled. "Another text from Veronica?"

Jay nodded, opening the message. Veronica: Okay, seriously, what's with the weird smell in the kitchen last night? Was that you two?

Jay smirked, typing back. Yep. That was us. Science experiments in love.

Veronica's response came almost immediately, a mix of laughing emojis and a single word: Gross.

Moose leaned over to read the reply and burst out laughing. "She figured it out. Thin walls strike again."

Jay shook his head, amused. "Let's hope she doesn't bring it up in her next toast."

By the afternoon, Jay and Moose decided to visit The Cooper House to catch up with Betty Cooper. As they approached the house, the air felt heavy, and the usually welcoming home seemed subdued. The door opened before they knocked, revealing Betty, her expression somber.

"Hey, you two," she said softly. "Thanks for coming."

"What's going on?" Jay asked, concerned.

Betty stepped aside, letting them in. The sound of faint sobbing came from the living room, where Alice Cooper sat clutching a framed photo of Polly. Jay and Moose exchanged a worried glance before stepping closer.

Moose knelt by Alice's chair, his voice gentle. "Mrs. Cooper, are you okay?"

Alice looked up, her eyes red and puffy. "It's just... Polly," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I miss her so much."

Jay placed a reassuring hand on Alice's shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Alice. If there's anything we can do—"

Betty appeared beside them, her tone apologetic. "It's been a hard day for her. Thank you for checking on her, but let's give her some space."

Jay and Moose nodded, stepping back as Alice curled into herself again.

"Come on," Betty said, motioning toward the door. "Let's go for a walk. I need some air, and I think you two could use a break from wedding planning."

The three of them strolled down the quiet streets of Riverdale, the crisp afternoon air bringing a slight chill. As they walked, Betty began pointing out landmarks, her voice taking on a reflective tone.

"You know," she said, "Riverdale has this way of pulling people into its chaos. It's not just a small-town vibe—it's the history."

Moose raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Betty gestured to the towering silhouette of Thornhill in the distance. "For example, Clifford Blossom. He murdered his own son, Jason. It tore the town apart. And then there was my dad, Hal Cooper—he was the Black Hood."

Jay's brow furrowed. "Your dad?"

Betty nodded grimly. "He was the one behind so many of the murders here. And then there was The Farm—this creepy organ cult run by Edgar and Evelyn Evernever."

Jay blinked, processing the sheer absurdity of the stories. "An organ cult?"

"Oh, it gets worse," Betty said with a faint laugh. "After that, we dealt with the Gargoyle King, a whole other nightmare. Then the Highway Killer, who..." Her voice faltered, and she glanced away. "He took Polly and so many other young women."

Moose placed a hand on Betty's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Betty. That must've been horrible."

Betty offered a small smile. "Thanks. And then, of course, there was Hailey Upton and her manipulation games. But at least we got her."

Jay sighed, the weight of her words settling over him. "You've been through so much. It's hard to imagine handling all that and still being as strong as you are."

Betty shrugged. "I had Jughead, Archie, Veronica, and the rest of the gang. And now I've got you two in my corner."

The three continued their walk, exchanging stories about their pasts and futures. By the time they returned to the Cooper House, the weight of the day had lightened. Alice seemed calmer, and Betty smiled at her friends.

"Thanks for being here," she said. "It means a lot."

Jay smiled back. "Always. And if you ever need help with anything—even weird cults or killers—you know where to find us."

Moose added with a grin, "But please, no more fart confessions. Veronica's already traumatized."

Betty laughed, shaking her head as the three said their goodbyes. As Jay and Moose walked back toward the apartment, they felt an even deeper bond with Riverdale and its people, knowing they were part of something bigger than themselves.