Mother 3: Rose-Tinted Summer

Chapter 2: Loose Ends

Pierre and Rosella were now sitting in Summers' Restaurant, deciding what to eat.

"What would you like, ma crevette?" Pierre asked Rosella as she looked through the menu.

"I was thinking I'd try the Kraken Scampi," Rosella answered, putting her menu down and looking at her father.

Pierre smiled at his daughter.

"A fine choice," he said. "I was thinking of going for the Chef's Special."

"Sounds good," Rosella said, taking a sip of her Strawberry Mocktail.

When the waiter came by again, Pierre ordered the food.

"Hey, Papa?" Rosella asked suddenly.

"Oui?" Pierre said, raising a brow.

"Do you...think I can get a haircut while we're here?" Rosella asked him.

"Qois?!" Pierre said in shock. "But your long hair is c'est Beaute!"

"I know, but—"

"But alas," Pierre continued. "After everything that has happened, it's only natural for you to want to metaphorically and physically release the weight off your shoulders—"

"Actually, no," Rosella said. "It's just getting in the way at soccer camp. And If I want to make the high school team, I don't want my hair to hold me back."

"Ah, yes, I suppose that's a good reason," Pierre answered sheepishly. "I'll book an appointment for this weekend at that salon we saw on the way here."

"Thank you, Papa," Rosella said, smiling gratefully.

When the food arrived, Rosella and Pierre put their napkins on their laps and started eating.

"How's yours?" Rosella asked, in between bites of her Scampi.

"It's good," Pierre answered, in between bites of his Chef's Special. "Yours?"

Rosella nods, indicating that it was also good.

When the two finished eating, Pierre paid the bill and started to get up. Rosella followed suit, and the two left the restaurant.

Back in Tazmily, Lucas, Nana, Claus, Fuel, and Angie were playing in the water.

"Marco!"

"Polo!"

"Marco!"

"Polo!"

"I gotcha, Angie," Fuel smirked as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Nuh-uh," Angie pouted. "You had your eyes open! That's cheating!"

"Nuh-uh~" Fuel teased, poking Angie's pouting face. "I had my eyes closed! I could just tell it was you because of the sunscreen you used~"

Angie blushed and tried to bite his finger.

"Hey!" Fuel laughed, taking his finger away from her cheek. "I love you my little gremlin~"

"I love you too, stupid," Angie answered, cracking a smile.

"Get a room, you two," Claus spat playfully.

"Give it a week or two, and we'll be telling you and Rose the same thing," Angie clapped back.

Fuel and Claus were both impressed. Damn, this girl had an attitude. And Fuel loved it.

"Touche," Claus muttered, blushing.

"Hang in there," Lucas said as he patted his brother's back.

"I'm fine," Claus said as he playfully nudged Lucas's arm.