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Can your friends do this? Can your friends do that?

Lexi pinned her hair back - it was growing out pretty nicely at this point, she thought; about as long as Webby's had been when they'd first met. Normally, she just let it do whatever - laziness beat out vanity - but having her hair get in her eyes while she was practicing magic wouldn't do.

She was excited about this. Magic training with Unca Scrooge - as much as she looked up to him - was such hard work, but showing Gobo her magic? That was bound to be a great time - especially since telling Gobo about her magic, her Dark magic, didn't feel awkward to the teen. He wouldn't hear Dark and hear "bad", she figured. She could just show off what she'd been learning over the past few weeks in the Other Duckburg.

An exchange of letters and postcards - always postcards from Gobo - had lead to a meet-up being set for that afternoon, at the first Fraggle Hole they'd found in Lexi's own Duckburg. They'd both been pretty busy for just over a month, so it would just be good to see her pal again, really, in the first place. She rounded a corner, and soon after, the Fraggle Hole was in sight.

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"Maybe it is," Lexi mused, sitting back down at Gobo's side. "But how do you mean?"

"It's something we learned a while back." He started playing a softer chord on the guitar. "Did I never tell you the story?

"The first time I was face to face with Doc, he didn't see me at all! But after talking to the Trash Heap, I'd discovered why: he'd lost the 'magic,' the way some Silly Creatures do. But she told me something that's stuck with me ever since. You cannot leave the magic. Cantus gave me a little wisdom too, that once Doc touched me, and I touched him, he'd be able to see me. Well, I went back up to that workshop in time to hear the news that Doc was losing his best friend, who was moving away for his health. And that... well, that hit me right in the heart, you know? I knew what that felt like. I put my hand on his, and that was that. He looked at me for the very first time."

Lexi listened carefully, nodding along. While Gobo had mentioned Doc - and his dog, Sprocket - before, she'd never heard this, the full story. She put an arm around her friend's shoulders as he took a pause, and spoke up.

"I think... I can guess what that must be like. Losing the magic." She gave him a soft squeeze. Really, Lexi's life so far had been full of losing herself, who she was, and Gobo had been an instrumental part of her getting so much closer to figuring it out, a few years back to even now, in the present.

His smile widened at the little half-hug, and with his hands busy on the guitar, he slung his tail around her in return instead.

"He was utterly fascinated to learn I exist, and I wanted to talk to him more, too, though I had some other business to take care of, which is a story itself I'll tell another time. Unfortunately, not long after that I fell ill and wasn't able to go back up to the surface for a whole week, and by that time Doc and Sprocket had moved to follow his friend. The workshop was empty and dark, and I hadn't been able to give him the message from the Trash Heap about the magic.

"Well, my friends- who had come up with me -and I were going to head back to Fraggle Rock, when Wembley noticed a completely new tunnel off the main one there. It was beautiful, I should show it to you someday. Full of color and light, and it led right to Doc's new home!"

He shifted the song he was playing a little, though it was still soft and sweet. "That's what I learned. Everything is magic, if you see it that way. The way hearts and people touch each other, the way everything is connected, Silly Creatures, Fraggles, and everything in between, Fraggle Rock itself...

"You cannot leave the magic."

"Woah," Lexi breathed. "Man, that's so cool - I mean, I never thought about it that way... But it's true, isn't it? It's cheesy, I guess, but still..." She shrugged, looking ahead with a smile.

A specific memory came to mind, too - when she'd told her uncle Scrooge that she was a girl. She'd been really nervous, unsure if he'd get it on any level, so Donald had gone with her when she told him. Lexi had been about to freeze up when Uncle Donald had gently pushed her forward, and the way that had given her courage was like...

Well, like magic.

He nodded, smiling. "Learning that, or I guess realizing I'd known it all along, has not only explained a lot of things from the past, but just about everything moving forward, too. Magic is in everything. It's a really nice thought."

She nodded, as well, and then looked back over at Gobo. "Hey, Gobo? I'm really glad you were dumb enough to get caught in one of my Fraggle traps."

"The trap your Unca Scrooge set." He snickered some, strumming a little quicker on the guitar. "Your traps, I all foiled."

Lexi chuckled as she lightly thumped the back of Gobo's head. "Seriously, man, you're just the worst," she pointed out, in a tone that suggested she was anything but serious.

A note skipped at that but he laughed, lightly bopping her with the tail.

"Hey, I give what I get!"

Lexi snickered. "Yuh-huh, if that's the excuse you're sticking to," she snorted. "So, how are the other guys doing lately?"

"It totally is." He grinned, then looked down toward the guitar while playing.

"Everyone's been pretty alright! A few more Fraggles showed up at our little place near Duckburg, which was pretty cool. 'Course, nothing beats the Rock if you want Fraggles, but we all still have plenty of fun on our own, too."

"Good to hear! It's cool that more have joined you guys." She reached into her hair to remove and pocket the hairclip, letting her hair fall a bit into her face. Just as Louie had pointed out once, Lena's sense of style was very close to Lexi's, and even though Lexi's own look had evolved, the influence was still there. She let the arm around his shoulders fall back to her side as the telltale tingling of it starting to fall asleep hit.

"Anyway," she laughed, "are you hungry? Because I'm starving."

He watched her idly, smiling some at the fall of her hair. It really did look nice on her, and he was glad she was comfortable with who she was, even if he'd been a little confused at first- not because he thought it was "wrong," but just that that sort of identity thing wasn't even an issue with Fraggles. You were who you were, that was all there was to it.

"Yeah, I could definitely eat something. Whatcha got?"

She pulled a small plastic baggie of pretzels out from her hoodie pocket. "I would've brought the dip Huey made last night, but it was gone this morning - pretty sure he snuck back down after the rest of us were asleep to finish it up." She giggled a bit; she and Dewey had been teasing Huey about it that morning - how he was going to get fat if he kept making such good snacks. Honestly, though, it went for all three of them. "I'll get him to make some for you soon, though, it's really good! Even though it looks like mashed peas." A beat. "You'd probably like those, too, though, huh?"

He listened to the story, snickering some. Sneaking down for more sounded like something they might catch Wembley doing. (Or himself.)

"I probably would! Peas are pretty good, though I think after the obvious radishes, I'm most partial to rutabagas." He paused, and snorted some. "Though that caused Mokey to go a little overboard once, making bowl after bowl of rutabaga soup for me after I broke my leg out in the Gorg's garden."

"Lots of soup, huh?" Lexi chuckled. She knew Mokey adored Gobo, and could easily imagine her good intentions leading to endless portions of rutabaga soup. "Well, this was with beans and avocados, but I'll have to ask if Chef Hubert knows any recipes with rutabagas."

"Lots of soup. Any more and I would've become as fat as the Gorg that thumped me." Another soft snicker. "But I bet Huey would know plenty of recipes, it sounds like something he'd have about three books for."

Lexi laughed along, before sighing. "Oh, dude - he has at least four now. Plus he's always writing down new ones on notecards; he keeps them in this little box like we live in the Stone Age."

Because clearly, anyone normal would just type them up.

"He should give some of them to Boober, I bet he'd be happy for some new recipes. Because him making them up off the top of his head is... rarely all that good."

He shook his head, pulling a bit of a face at that, that would make the intent perfectly clear.

"I'll pass that along, I'm sure Huey'll be happy to share. And you're not kidding, sometimes I can still taste that souffle he had me try once," Lexi laughed.

"The one we had to chase?" He laughed, too. "Alright, but you should totally ask Boober about his 'Doomsday Soup' someday."

An amused snort. "That- Boober's the only person I know who would call a soup that."

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"Well to be fair, it caused an earthquake. That sorta name wasn't far off."

"...How did soup cause an earthquake? I mean, even for a soup Boober made, I can't make that connection."

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