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Grocery shopping was about as far from an adventure as one could get, but it often came with motherhood, which meant Della was happy to do it. And at least this wasn't a full shopping trip, but rather, an "emergency" request for more Pep, made by Louie. That meant it had gone quickly, and now all that was left was to bring the bags back to the car - Donald had handed over the keys to his station wagon with extreme reluctance, even though she hadn't gotten into a spontaneous street race in nearly twenty years - and then head back to the mansion.

But as Della set the bag of soda down in the backseat and turned to get in the car, she spotted someone familiar. Sure, she didn't know Fenton very well - mostly she just knew he was Gyro's assistant or something, the poor guy - but she was always happy to make conversation. She leaned away from the car so he'd be able to see her, then waved and called out to him, "Hey! Fenton!"
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It had been a long flight out east for the family, and Della had been in the extreme minority when it came to the vote of "should she and Launchpad split flying time?"... Sure, Della'd accepted Launchpad as someone with promise as a pilot. He really tried, and he could crash like nobody else. If he had to fly the Cloudslayer sometimes, she could live with that.

But he didn't have to fly when she was right there!

So once they'd landed in China, Della had needed some time to cool off from the stress of it all. And then, well, a series of distracting finds and interesting incidents had left her absolutely lost, and all those pictures she'd taken with her cellphone had drained the battery dry.

That left her with one option: Find the hangar where they'd landed and wait around there. The only problem? Well...

"Who made this map? I know I've passed this pond, like, four times already!"
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The funny thing about an inter-dimensional tunnel? You could never be sure where one would pop up.

Della was doing some solo exploring. She'd been back on Earth for over a year and finally felt ready to do as much, and - inspired by a certain dayglo-bright friend - she'd decided her first time adventuring on her own since the moon would be mapping out the unexplored caverns that stretched out past Coot's underground corn stores.

Speaking of Gobo, though- At first, Della barely too note of the tiny off-shoot tunnel; to small for her to fit through, but she supposed it ought to be on the map. And once she started paying it some mind, she got curious as to who or what had formed in. Leaning down, she peered inside...

With a delighted laugh, she waved at the very familiar figure she could just barely make out in the glow from her flashlight, and her free hand reached in to ruffle a messy head of magenta hair.
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Della didn't much mind the cold, so long as she kept moving, which was (part of) why the visit to the other Duckburg's Manor had become a walk out in the slush. According to Scrooge, the snow had been fierce just a week ago, but now conditions were safe enough to be out in, though they were sticking to the Manor grounds just in case things got bad again. Della wasn't nuts about that limitation, but at least she was in good company.

She smiled over at Scrooge. "You do this regularly with my uncle, right?" she asked.
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Della had been in Gobo's room twice so far, once with Lexi and once with Scrooge. It wasn't that she'd been unwilling to go see him alone, not at all. She'd have loved to have done so already. It just came down to timing, honestly. That is, until the day of Gobo's surgery, at which point Della decided timing be damned, she was seeing her boy.

She peered inside Gobo's room with a small but warm smile. "Hey... I just thought maybe you could use a mom."

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