Little Morgan peeked around the corner and secretly spied on both Gerome and Lucina. She would have to carefully analyze the situation if she was going to help her brother out. Oh, she had confronted him about it before, but he shut her down with a very stern “I will not talk about this. Minerva, we’re leaving!” But Morgan saw his face turn read, and even though he had his mask on she could see the surprise and embarrassment in his eyes. Even without her memories, she was still good at reading his eyes. What had her father said? those “invisible bonds that tie people together?” she figured it was something like that.

“It’s very important to you, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes, very much so. Thank you, Gerome–”

“Thank me if I find it,” he said, sternly walking away, towards Morgan who ducked behind the tent.

Perfect, she thought. Things are going perfectly! She was grinning ear to ear. She turned to walk back to her tent when she bumped into Gerome. Quite literally, in fact. 

“What did I tell you about eavesdropping, Morgan?” he said. Even through his mask, Morgan could practically feel the enraged vibes he was giving off. “More importantly, why are you grinning so much.”

“Because!” Morgan said, happily and excitedly. “I’m going to get you a girlfriend!”

“What–” Gerome’s face turned beet red. “Morgan, I’ve told you so many times that I don’t have time for–”

“Hang on!” Morgan said. She fumbled around in her pocket, and then her other pocket, and then her bag… and she lost her grin and suddenly appeared really pale, as if someone had died. “Uh-oh?”

“Uh-oh?” Gerome asked. He did not sound happy.

“Uh, so you know how Lucina lost her pendant?” Morgan said.

“I don’t like where you’re going with this.”

“Then maybe it’s better if I don’t say anything.”

“Morgan.” Gerome asked, putting his hands on Morgan’s face and looking her directly in her eyes. “What did you do?”

“I, uh, kinda… took her pendant,” Morgan said.

“You WHAT?” Gerome asked. “Why would– oh you better not have–”

“I thought if she lost it and you found it–”

“MORGAN!” Gerome yelled and gripped his hands on Morgan’s shoulders. “Do you have ANY idea how much that locket is worth to Lucina? Do you have ANY idea what you’v done?!”

“I’m sorry,” Morgan said. “I mean it. I never meant to lose it! Oh, this isn’t good. And what’s worse is I don’t have a Plan B! I don’t know where it is! Brother, what are we going to do?!” She gripped her hands on Gerome’s elbows but he jerked his hands off of his shoulders.

“We? What’s with this ‘we’ business?” Gerome was furious. Morgan figured it was probably because he really did care for Lucina and thus was very passionate about this pendant, but she figured now was not the time to comment on such matters. “You are the one who lost it. You are the one that is going to find it.”

“But I really don’t know where to start!” Morgan said. There were tears welling in her eyes. She felt absolutely horrible for messing up so badly. “Gerome, I really really do need help finding it!” He tried being angry. He really, really did. He wanted to want nothing more than to yell and scream at Morgan. For the daughter of a master tactician who studied tactics herself she really was scatter-brained. But he could tell she did sincerely feel horrible. He read it on her face. She was broken that she had let him down.

“…Fine,” he said, and then got close to her and sternly whispered. “but you owe me. Big time. I’m not talking one or two favors.”

“Oh, thank you Gerome!” Morgan threw his arms around him.

“Wh–”

“I thought you’d be mad at me forever!” she said, squeezing him tight. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay you back by making sure you and Lucina get together for sure!” She kissed his cheek and then ran off, leaving Gerome completely stunned. One minute she was close to crying, and now she was walking on air.