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While the whole family was still asleep, the little fairy made her way thought the window. She went next to the kitchen counter and set on the table a small plate with cherries in them. Next to the plate, was a small sky blue envelope.

Dear Gail, I hope you like your life on the island. I know it must be thought with your children, but believe in your son to help you with your daughter... you should go out more, meet some people. Maybe you should go to a festival or two more? That girl, you co-worker Mariella, I'm sure you two could be good friend. You should drink some tea together once in a while. Take care!

Yeah, this would be a cinch. Bennie stood outside the Boyer house – a pretty regular place, easy, cheap, middle-class – and observed it. He had a couple of options after spending a week scoping the town, but this one seemed the easiest. Everyone who lived here was so normal and normal folks weren't the brightest of the lot. He grinned much too white teeth and looked to his left, where a certain redhead stood, ready to listen. Like usual. Bennie hadn't tried to do this sort of thing with her, actually, but him and Emery were siblings! Of course they knew eachother well enough – or at least trusted one another – enough to where they could follow a simple plan. He was putting his faith in the girl, but he wasn't very worried. Not that Bennie ever was a worried person – he always had things under control. Never a fluke he hadn't got a counter to~! It's how he managed to survive so far doing what he did.

He patted her stiff, spiky, and dry hair like one would a pet dog instead of a younger sister, “Well, go on, then. Get a gander at the gaff, Em, I'll go greet the blokes. ” He told her as his hand moved down to her back to give her a gentle push forward. That done with, he straightened his green-striped tie and suit out, adjusting that fedora hat on his head, before heading to the door. Once there, he gave it three, quick knocks and then waited, green eyes looking through green shades in an altogether green get up. It should be obvious what color the man loved best.

A kid..? Damn it. Not that he couldn't work with a kid – he liked kids – just he was expecting someone else. A brunette woman, a few inches shorter than him, and definitely older by at least a decade, presumed to be the mother of the household since he hadn't seen anyone older than her about. Probably single too, what with the lack of a male presence, unless she was a cradle robber and was dating that teen that came and went every so often. ..It was safe to presume that Bennie had been watching the house for a few days before approaching. Just liked to be prepared!

“Well, hello, little nipper,” He commented with a wide, friendly smile, kneeling down while he spoke. She seemed like a brute by the way she held herself and spoke, but her height was enough for him to give her a second chance at being a cute little lady. Sue him for being a little biased when it came to appearances. He rested his hands on his knees and made an attempt to lower himself even more so he was looking up at the girl, but all he could manage without looking silly was getting at eye-level.

“Aren't I chuffed to see a proper bird like you open the door, aye?” He reached out one gloved hand to scruff up the top of her hair, his voice coming out as soothing as he could make it. There was, as would be expected with the odd slang, a soft lilt in his tone, denoting his time spent in England before traveling down to the isle. “Why don't you go get your mum so I can have a word or two with her?” He asked her, the compliment and greeting well out of the way – now he could get to the point of his arrival!

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Emery was staring while her brother was at work. He had made a plan she was to follow, and following a plan is simple. Simple when there isn't a three foot tall man with a big red honking nose and pointy ears and curly toes eying you the entire time. She didn't know why the short man insisted on her getting a taco with extra sardines on it, but she sure was hungry for some tacos. A pat to her head and a push to her back, and Emery scurried off to the back of the house – just as planned. She found a few sticks and leaves around the yard, the short curly toed man following close behind, jabbering about tacos and sardines. Over to the back door now, she pulled a small jar of glue out, that had leaked all into her pocket, and began to intricately glue a design of a stick man on the door – as planned. The short curly toed man went on about tacos and sardines.

Man glued to the door, she stuck on some leaves for hair, and found a spot between two trash cans to hide, squeezing between them and behind. Above her head, was a window. The short curly toed man went on speaking.

“Shhh!” She whispered frustratingly to the short curly toed man. Tacos did sound good though..

Zach chuckled a little bit... This man was an interesting character with his strange way of speaking, and yet, he'd never seen him before. There wasn't much to be said for that since he hadn't been around all that much himself, but still. Why would a perfect stranger come and knock on the door like that, and further more, stick around after putting up with Molly? "Yeah, Molly's a bit of a hand full now, but I think she'll get a little better once she makes some friends..."

Molly paced back into the kitchen, "MOM! THERE'S SOME MAN AT THE DOOR TO SEE YOU!" she exclaimed over the sound of the fan. She'd noticed the back door looked a little strange when she walked past, so she went back and looked at it, blinking a few times. "What the-"

"Well tell your brother to come tend to these noodles then while I go up there would you?" replied Gail in a loud tone so the girl would hear her. Molly groaned and rolled her eyes before walking back up to the front door to Zach.

"Mom says to go take care of the pasta while she comes up here... She doesn't want any of them stuck to the pan or burnt..." she muttered before peering over at the man she didn't know sharply. She didn't like him... No, she didn't like him at all, and there was something fishy going on... She was smart enough to know that the object glued to the door wasn't an actual person, but someone had put it there... This was annoying... Even if she pointed it out to someone else, they'd be too busy at the moment to care. It wasn't like she couldn't stir pasta if she was standing on a chair... It was a no brainer really... and then Zach could take care of the problem that was going on...

Zach nodded and headed back toward the kitchen. "I don't like you... you're up to something..." said Molly still peering at Benny with a sharp glare.

"Molly! Where are you manners young lady?" called a gentle but stern voice from just a few strides away. There stood Gail, his brown locks cascading over her shoulders at her warm brown eyes peered at the man apologetically. "Apologize to this man and then go set the table..." The girl rolled her eyes and then peered to Bennie with a glare.

"Sorry" she said in a sarcastic tone before turning to go do as her mother said... sort off... She was going to check out the back door first.

"I'm really sorry about that... I hope she wasn't too rude... I thought I raised her better than that..." the woman shook her head before peering Bennie in the eye and extending a hand to shake, "I don't think we've actually met before... I'm Gail Boyer, that was my daughter Molly, and I think you met my son Zachary too?" It was obvious this woman was a mother by the way she smiled and introduced herself and her children. There was just that loving tone in her voice, sweet and innocent in a way, but also slightly hurt as she was a single mother.

Of course, just as predicted! Well, not exactly, but he knew Molly wouldn't be taken seriously. Poor kid, was a cute little biffa in the making too. He always hated seeing a child get scolded, even as lightly as Gail had done it. But, back on schedule! He took off his hat, holding it up to his chest carefully as he inclined his head just like any good gentleman should do. He should be happy he stayed in England for those few years, the accent just went along too well with that act of his. Plus, the birds always fell for it real quick like. His bleached teeth were revealed again as he broadened his smile,

“Not rude in the least. I can handle a child's malarkey, miss.” He informed her, straightening back upright. Aha, taller than the lady! He would probably have shot himself there if he was as short to her as he was to the boy. “No, I'd remember a fit bird like yourself. I'm Benedikt, or Bennie for short.” He introduced himself, regardless if Zach had dropped word of his name to his mother or not. “This is a bit of an odd way to meet, I suppose, Gail..” He went on with a short laugh, intended to be taken as nervous and forced. “But, I can't sit by on the sidelines while a good family like yourself goes on unaware.” He gave a small, dramatic silence, enough time to get her to wonder just what it was he was here for. Yes, he needed her right and curious over this~

“May I come in? I know we've only met, but I can assure you I'm no tea leaf.” Now, a real chuckle came from him for several reasons, but he was confident it would only be taken as such a ludicrous notion that it made him laugh. He only laughed louder when he heard a metal clang before stopping it completely. Damn it, Em! That had better have been a raccoon.. “Ah, strays, always making a clatter for the garbage.” He said after a second to recover with a shrug in jest.