Just One Night

Catching up

Chara turned around after shooing the couple out the door. She let out a gentle sigh before muttering to herself. She promised to talk to the queen, but would it really be that easy to get her to see reason?

She didn't get a chance to think much before a clearing of the throat made her stiffen and turn to the noise. The only people in the entryway were her and the flower. She sighed, the little flower sure was nosy, and she found herself getting a bit irritated at the little weed for its persistence.

"What do you want, flower?"

The little plant stiffened, it's stem going stock straight and he frowned, "Thought you might want some help with my mom. She's quite a handful when she's that upset."

Chara tilted her head in confusion, "What do you mean, your mom? You're a flower. That's physically impossible!"

He snorted and grimaced, "No, I'm stuck as a flower. I wasn't always the amazing plant you see before you." He shook his leaves playfully in an attempt to lighten the mood, "No, I was the King and Queen's son long ago."

Her curiosity peaked, she pulled the flower pot up close to her face, "So, what exactly happened to make you turn into a flower?"

He shook his head, petals shaking lightly, "That's not important right now. We need to focus on making mom happy."

Chara nodded and sat down in the recliner holding the flower close, "So what do you suggest? I don't know the queen very well. Today seemed to have taken quite a toll on her."

Flower nodded absently before pulling on his petals with a vine like hand, "You could try to make her a pie? She normally makes these delicious butterscotch-cinnamon pies, but I doubt she'll be up to making one herself. It brings her joy, she makes them for all of her children."

"The Queen has more kids?" She half joked.

He groaned but shook his leafy head, "No, forget I said that. I'll help you make it, but no more mentioning what I've said. It'll make mom even more upset."

The young girl nodded and picked up the flower pot, intent to hold the plant to his word. Walking into the kitchen, she could tell someone spent a lot of time in the space. The whole area was warm and inviting, a lingering smell of freshly baked goods permeated the air. It was.. nice. Very homey.

She set Flowey down on the windowsill nearby, overlooking the entirety of the city. She spaced out at the scenery for a few moments until a nudge from a vine caught her attention. She sighed and followed his instructions, gathering the necessary ingredients and set to work on making the dessert. She rolled the dough and placed it onto a counter. She mixed up some butterscotch and cinnamon into a large bowl. It took a while since the whole thing was very sticky, but at last she was able to make it smooth and creamy. She scooped the mixture into the pie crust and added the pie top before sliding it into the oven to cook.

It was already preheated since the oven ran on some sort of magical fire. It also explained the toasty warmth in the room. She smiled softly as she remembered baking with their mother all those years before the fall. She missed her mother dearly, but would never show it. It was hard, but she never wanted to seem weak, for in the real world it is kill or be killed.

Her thoughts were once again interrupted by the little weed, "So, you're Frisk's sister, huh? Ya do look alike, but it's just a bit strange. She never mentioned having family, but then again no one ever really asked."

She nodded and shared a little about their former life while again so listening to Flowey talk about some of the adventures Frisk had been on. Many of them made her laugh, like the memory of Sans and Papyrus' first run in with the human. The fight with Papyrus where she flirted her way out of it made her burst out laughing. Flowey joined in after giving a very convincing, "YOU'RE MEETING ALL MY STANDARDS!". The two of them talked until the timer on the oven went off with a loud ding.