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"She's doing okay. She's never been to Uhhmerica before... She was very surprised when she asked for tea and they brought her green tea instead of British," he chuckled. Dashner had also noticed the decline in their relationship, and he didn't like it. He was trying to give her and Rorrim their space. He was hoping one day they could work it out...

"what about yours?"

"Well then, that must mean he loves you. He wants the best for his daughter," he managed to give a true smile, "besides, you and Rory are cute anyway."

"I thought that I had Fangsgiving plans but I really don't. Mum is going back to Fangland so she won't be around, Falconnie and her book club are going to a special dinner that day at some book clubs united banquet, so I guess I'll be spending mine eating frozen pasta dishes," he shrugged, staring at the table.

Marceline let out a sigh, smiling at Sally as she approached the bar. She thought for a moment, tapping her bony finger against her temple.

"I'll tell y'what." Marceline laughed. "I don't hones'ly know the whole story of Fangsgivin', despite it bein' told to us every year! I think it has to do with the first Vampire settlers in Uhhmerica, and the native monsters here treatin' them to a feast which... didn't consist of Normies."

She scratched the back of her head, a bit embarrassed that she didn't know more.

"Somethin' like that." Marceline said as she replenished the bakery case, lining up booscotti and macadooms to look appealing. "Mostly it's to remind all monsters that we're a lot alike and can come together..."

Suddenly a thought hit her. She'd felt bad that Dashner didn't have plans for Fangsgiving and he wouldn't fit at their table... but there was a way he wouldn't have to miss out after all.

"Dash, didn't you hear about Ms. Kindergrubber's Gorephans' Fangsgiving? She's making a feast for all the monsters that aren't going home for the howliday weekend! Why don't you and Sally go together?"

Sally tilted her head, intrigued, while a grin crept over Dashner's face.

"You know, that sounds clawesome! Better than staying in my doomitory all freakend!"

Meme wasn’t returning his texts, but rather than assume the worst, Ronan was convinced she simply didn’t have good reception at the maul, or was extremely busy with her balloon making. After his rather haphazard attempt to create balloon art for her, he had a new found respect for the ghoul’s part time job, it had to take a lot of concentration to craft little werewolves and dragons for squealing children.
So after the fourth message of the afternoon went unanswered and the sixteenth message from his mother came through asking when they were going to meet this ghoul of his, he decided to go speak to Meme in person.

But her shift didn't end for another few hours, and he didn't want to get in the way. Instead he decided to grab a bite to eat at the coffin bean while he waited.

His Icoffin buzzed, another message from his mother. This time a photo of his parents on the shore, grinning at the camera. He smiled to himself. They were enjoying a little time together, exploring the town.
He'd never really considered it before, but his mother must have missed his father terribly when he was working. Months and months away from home, it was something that for Ronan, he couldn't remember any different. But for her, the loneliness must be intolerable. He felt a stab of guilt once more, he'd always felt guilty choosing Monster High over staying with his mother. He knew it was the right decision, but the thought of his mother at home, on her own while his father was on business made him feel terribly shellfish.
He sent a brief message back.

"Glad you're having fun. See you later."

almost instantly came the reply.

"Will Meme join us?"

He sighed. All the previous night his mother wouldn't stop talking about how strange it was his ex ghoulfriend had come to meet them when Meme hadn't, despite Ronan's protests that Doriana was NOT an ex ghoulfriend at all.
His mother insisted she was only worried about him and wanted to be sure this new ghoul wasn't going to hurt him. It sounded suspiciously like she wanted to be sure Meme was good enough. He didn't like that thought, as far as he was concerned, she was the perfect ghoul and nothing would convince him otherwise.

But he was getting tired of making excuses. It wasn't Meme's fault, she was busy. She had a job and one had to admire her sense of responsibility. He had no doubt she was working hard and would be there with him if she could. He was absolutely convinced of this in fact, because why wouldn't she want to meet his parents?

He nodded and waved to Dashner, Marceline and Sally as he spotted them.

Sally nodded to Dashner. She glanced up at Ronan and waved as he joined them as well. She looked at Dashner and nodded, "Sure, if you would like." she said. "I live out in the woods by the park." she tilted her head, but smiled to herself "It'll be so fun, right?"

"new? I uh.." He frowned a little, then shrugged. "My parents will not stop texting me asking about Meme. But I cannot get through to her. I think I have no choice but to try to catch her at her stand when she finishes work. She clearly isn't getting my messages." He ordered his drink and joined the others.

The next couple of hours whizzed by for Meme. An urgent call during dinner cut their small talk even shorter, though Meme was glad for a change of pace from judgemental "hmms" and "riiights" as she spoke about her grades, friends and.. new boofriend.
The afternoon ended in her father needing to leave for business earlier than expected. The young stubborn clown protested, stating she could be left in the house on her own, but non-the-less she was packed up and hurried into a cab. The interior smelled somewhat musty but at least the seat was comfy. The driver gave her a friendly smile and started the engine up again.

"But I don't need to be there for hours yet.." She pouted up at her father through the open car window, in the hopes that he'd change his mind.

He handed over a small purse of cash and nodded. "You'll have fun wasting time in some shops. That's for some new shoes and pizza." He waved goodbye as she rolled up the window and the cab driver took off. She scowled at the purse in her hands and threw herself back into the faux leather seat, crossing her arms over her chest grumpily. The driver made appropriate 'uhms' and 'aahs' as she grumbled and complained for the majority of the journey.

As the cab rode closer into town her phone suddenly buzzed into life with hext after hext from Ronan. Meme felt terrible that she was unable to receive or reply to them sooner, but a small smile crept upon her face as she read one of his most recent hexts. He'd be at the Coffin Bean!

Meme looked around at the quickly changing scenery to determine where they were and then typed out a message to Ronan: