#vanderquaack

     “...and I think to myself, what a wonderful world.” Prilla finished singing and strummed a little last outro on her ukulele, her smile turning into a full-bright grin as Webby clapped for her afterwards. That was simply her favorite sound in the world—as beautiful as the music itself in her mind. She held the small instrument out for the other girl to take and said, “Your turn!”

     “Webby is...I guess she’s like a sister to Dewey and his brothers, but I haven’t really gotten to know her at all. I mean, Louie is dating Leena and Huey has been really welcoming, so I’m kinda chill with both of them, but I don’t know...I guess she doesn’t really trust me yet and it’s not like I put in much of an effort to fix that either. I probably should, but like, why is it all on me? We both love Dewey and want him happy, so she should wanna get along just as much, right? We could totally be friends.”

     It had been a while since Kristoff had been around somebody as talkative as the little blonde beside him—besides Anna, who didn’t count because he could listen to her ramble all day and be content. But his manners were rusty when it came to politely telling people he didn’t know personally to shut up, so when the girl paused to take a breath, he cut in with, “Didn’t anybody ever teach you not to talk to strangers?” The fact that he was wearing his official park ranger uniform, that she was a visitor and was just trying to spout off some nature facts to make the hike interesting were beyond him in his impatience.

Michael was struggling. As he looked over his notes, textbook, power points and lecture videos his professor posted on their classes page, Michael couldn’t really align anything together in his brain when it came to history. He swirled around in his chair and tried to recite some dates and their key points, but he kept fumbling and he just wanted to give up. Luckily for him though, Webby should be on her way. She’s great friends with Wendy, and Wendy told him she’s really great at history. So, Michael asked her to ask Webby if she could come over to his studio apartment to help him figure everything out—and now all he was doing was waiting patiently for her arrival. Crossing his fingers, Michael hoped Webby had some history study tricks up her sleeve.