starlightcafe | Give me one and give me two, cover me with muck and goo.

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Give me one and give me two, cover me with muck and goo.

The birthday campout hadn't quite gone as planned, but it had fueled Lexi and Gobo's friendship enough that, when the idea of a do-over came up, Lexi ultimately agreed to it. After all, she'd only spent a few hours outside on Gobo's birthday. That had been over a week ago, too.

And the first day of the trip hadn't been too bad, she had to admit. They'd picked a different place this time, a spot outside the Other Duckburg where Louie had suggested there might be arrowheads to be found that she could sell for a pretty good price. Sure, the craggy landscape had left Lexi a little concerned about sleeping comfortable, but once she was in her sleeping bag that night, she'd actually been out like a light.

She slept in late the next morning, too, even through several minutes of someone calling her for help... But when the cries did get through to her mind, she awoke with a jolt.

"Gobo? Oh man!" She scrambled out of the sleeping bag and made her way toward the source. It couldn't have just been a relaxed, lucrative little trip, now could it? Great.

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"Take your Fraggle form permanently, come live with everybody in Fraggle Home. Problem solved."

"And stop using money? Yeah, right. Besides, I'm shorter than you in my Fraggle form - no, thank you."

"You say that like the difference between our heights is even anything significant."

She fixed him with a look.

"You may not be much taller than me, but you're still taller than me."

He backed up into the oil a bit at the look, then huffed slightly.

"So what? Mokey's taller than both of us."

"You're right, Mokey and Red are taller than us."

Alright, now it was his turn to give her a look.

"Anyway, it's not so bad without money. 'Sides all those fun treasures you like are underground, right? Fraggles are practically made for that."

She stuck her tongue out in response. As he spoke on, though, her smug expression faded into something lightly puzzled.

"Wait, Gobs- You're joking, right?"

"What? You know this." He sat up some, spreading his hands. "Fraggles do their best underground. Uncle Scrooge has even used that to his advantage. If you stuck around as a Fraggle, you could," and he started counting on his fingers, "get to more unstable places because you're lighter, see better in dim light, climb rough terrain easier, and heck some Fraggles have better noses than the rest of us, you might even be able to do that... thing Uncle Scrooge can do when his kinds of treasures are close."

She couldn't help smiling at that. He really would want her around Fraggle Home and all that, huh? It was certainly flattering.

"All good points," she admitted, "and it'd definitely be a lot of fun. But I'm a Duck, not a Fraggle."

"And Bridge is a Siren not a Duck, but you don't see any of the others complaining." He tilted his head to the side some, resting a bit better. "Those are extenuating circumstances too, I know, but I still have a point."

"You're a doofus, you know that?" she chuckled, although Gobo might notice that while she was being dismissive, she also wasn't saying no.

"Yeah, but I'm a doofus who's saying there's plenty of room in Fraggle Home for another Fraggle."

After a moment, he grinned.

"'Sides, if you became one of us, I'd be your king and what fun that would be."

She just gave him a playful glare before shoving him backwards into the bathwater.

Yep, down he went with a thick splash of the oil. He resurfaced after a moment or two, coughing a bit and making a face.

"Yech, it got into my mouth." He grabbed for the cloth to wipe his tongue off, though he looked up after a moment.

"Alright but what about Zen? She's got a cave in Fraggle Home, y'know."

Lexi went from snickering to quietly blushing real fast, there.

"I know she does. You think going to see you is the only time I'm down there?" she admitted, suddenly fascinated with the hem of her hoodie sleeve. "But Gobo, I-" She cut herself off with a grunt.

"Lexi." He sat up a bit more, hands holding the edge of the tub. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, okay? That includes moving to Fraggle Home. It doesn't even have to be a serious request if you don't want it to be."

She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. "I want it to be a serious request. It means so much to me that you'd even want..." She let that breath out in a huff, then a hint of a smile graced her beak.

"I'll think about it. I really will."

He smiled a little at her, resting his chin on the tub now.

"Alright. That's all I needed to know. Oh and hey, you know I'm joking about that king stuff, you'd be able to lead yourself just as well as any other Fraggle."

Lexi nodded. "Oh, I know. But, hey, thanks - that's not bad to hear."

He smiled and nodded, then resumed his earlier position before getting shoved into the bath.

"Why not talk to Zen? She'd be the most affected, at least on this side. Maybe she can help you find a solution that works for you both."

She nodded, smile faltering a bit. "Oh, of course I would, but... I'd also need to talk to my family. And that's... A little daunting."

"They've been pretty accepting of you so far, right? Up to and including spending most of your time here in this Duckburg."

The cultural differences here were clear, and Lexi understood that enough to be patient with Gobo as she explained.

"Yeah, but we... We're different from Fraggles that way. Families like ours are tend to stay pretty close."

"You can stay close and still be a whole world away."

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