Jessa returned to her hole where Mokey was humming idly and writing in her journal when she found a folded piece of paper on her bed. Out of curiosity, Jessa picked it up and began reading it.

"For you, my dear Jessa, my heart does yearn,
With every glance, my soul starts to burn.
Your beauty, like a gentle breeze, takes my breath away,
In your presence, I find peace and solace every day.

I dream of holding you close, feeling your touch,
To be the one you love and cherish so much.
I want to be the one you turn to in times of need,
The one who fulfills your every wish and heed.

So on this Valentine's Day, my love I declare,
Would you do me the honor, my heart you bear?
I promise to love you with all that I am,
For you, my sweet Jessa, my love will never be a sham."

Jessa stared at it for a moment before turning to her roommate.

"Mokey, you know I like your poetry, right."

"Yeah?"

"Well, I'm going to go ahead and let you down easy. I'm not into women."

Mokey gave her a confused look before replying.

"What are you talking about?"

"This poem you wrote."

Jessa showed it to Mokey, and she read it.

"I didn't write that poem."

"You didn't?"

"No, but whoever wrote it is very creative."

Jessa felt her tail wag while rereading it.

"And it's very sweet," she admitted.

Mokey glanced at Jessa, who was smiling down at the poem, and grinned. While she didn't see who managed to slip into their room and leave it on Jessa's bed, Mokey had an inkling of who the author was. But she chose to remain silent and let Jessa figure it out for herself.

"Maybe you'll figure out who wrote the poem before Valentine's Day," Mokey said to her.

Jessa looked away with a weak smile and folded the paper back up before putting it away in her drawer.

"So it doesn't get lost," she said to Mokey. "I'll be out in the gorg's garden if anyone needs me."

Boober and Wembley were hanging out in the Great Hall munching on Doozer sticks, though he didn't tell his friend about the poem he wrote to his crush. Instead, they watched Red perform a series of diving maneuvers.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she announced to all the fraggles. "The Topsy Turvy dive!"

"She's going to break her neck," Boober commented, his trademark pessimism kicking in.

Jessa walked by behind them, glancing at Red diving into the fraggle pond. She then saw Boober and briefly gazed at him before continuing her way to the gorg's garden. Neither he nor Wembley noticed her. Jessa used her X-ray vision to make sure there were no gorgs and proceeded to fly. Despite living in Fraggle Rock, Jessa was a Fraggle and Shazzle hybrid. This meant she could bend elements and fly, along with other abilities. Spreading her bat-like wings out, Jessa took to the skies and spent the rest of the afternoon flying.

Meanwhile, Wembley asked Boober if he thought of a way to woo Jessa.

"Don't tell anyone, but I left a poem on Jessa's bed," Boober answered quietly.

"Really?" Wembley asked a little too loudly, prompting Boober to shush him and cover his mouth.

"Jessa is half-Shazzle. She can hear things from miles away."

Wembley apologized, though none of the other fraggles seemed to care about their conversation.

"Now I'm afraid of what her response is going to be."

"Whose?"

The boys turned to see Gobo coming to join them.

"Boober is going to ask Jessa to be his Valentine."

"Wembley!"

Boober blushed in embarrassment, though Gobo smiled proudly.

"So you're finally going to court my cousin," he said while sitting down.

Boober didn't reply, looking away instead. This made Gobo and Wembley worry.

"Boober, if it makes you feel any better," Gobo began. "You have my blessing."

"Gee, thanks," Boober replied flatly.

At that moment, Mokey and Red showed up. The latter was still wet from her latest dive into the pond.

"Has anyone seen Jessa?" Red asked. "She missed all the dives I did."

"She's in the gorg's garden," Mokey answered.

"Probably flying again," Gobo assumed. "Jessa can't go a day without being outside. She hates being cooped up indoors."

Boober sighed. He completely zoned out of the chatter and thought of Jessa again. Did she see his poem? And if she did, did she like it? A bunch of worse-case scenarios began forming in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the worse he felt. The gang was already discussing something else when Boober got up and wandered to the hole that led to the gorg's garden, but he didn't dare step foot outside. Jessa so happened to be in his line of vision, though she was high in the sky. Boober watched her, sighing to himself and grinning. She looked so graceful flying around out there. If Boober wasn't so afraid of heights, he would have Jessa hold him while she flew. Boober wouldn't know for sure if Jessa had seen his love poem until she either mentioned it in passing or was asked about it. Only time would tell, he guessed.