They started unpacking Trixie’s stuff. There were about thirty boxes to unpack and it was a really big house. While they unpacked, they talked.

Waffle: So why did you leave Florida? I heard it’s a great place to live.

Trixie: It’s complicated. I was born in Aspen, Colorado, but my parents left at an old rich lady’s door.

Waffle: Oh, I’m sorry…

Trixie: It’s OK, I got over it. Anyway, she took great care of me, but passed away a year later. In Colorado, it’s like Winter all the year. Just snow, snow and more snow. Since the she had left me a small amount of her fortune, I moved to Florida to get a brake from all that.

Waffle: Oooh…

Trixie: I thought it would be a lot better there, but I was dead wrong. When I got there, all I saw were beaches, beaches and more beaches. It was Summer all year long! When it actually was Summer, it got so hot at night I couldn’t even sleep. So I decided to live somewhere with normal weather conditions.

Waffle: Sounds painful.

  Waffle opened a new box, and the first item he took out of it caught his attention: it was a picture of an old lady sitting on a rocking chair with a young Trixie on her lap. He showed it to her.

Waffle: Was this the old lady that took you in?

Trixie: Yeah. Leslie Hewitt. This picture was taken a month before she died.

Waffle: Why did she die?

Trixie: She had a stroke. Nobody saw it coming. She was seventy six and perfectly healthy. (sighs) Well, it’s history. No use crying now. Let’s continue!

Waffle: (cheerful) OK!

  Without noticing, they both reached for the same box and their ands touched. They both looked at each other and blushed. Just then, the doorbell rang.

Trixie: I’ll get it!

  She went to the door, opened it and in front of her were Blik and Gordon, smiling with their hands behind their back.

Trixie: Oh, it’s you…

Mr. Blik: Uh… Trixie… We know we acted liked jerks back there…

Gordon: Aye, and we are very sorry for it.

Mr. Blik: So we decided to get you a little welcome gift.

  They both took their hands behind their backs at the same time and each handed a bouquet of flowers to Trixie. Blik handed a bouquet of roses and Gordon a bouquet of orchids. Then they started pushing each other to see who gave it to her first.

Gordon: I should give mine first! I’m the one who rang the doorbell!

Mr. Blik: But I addressed her first, fatso!

Trixie: Uh… guys…

Gordon: Shrimp!

Mr. Blik: Tailless!

Trixie: GUYS!!!

Mr. Blik and Gordon: (smiling) Yes?

Trixie: Listen, you’re both very sweet, but you’re just not my type.

  Gordon and Blik’s jaws fell at the same time in shock. Then she slowly closed the door in front of them and they sat down in her front step, saddened. They sat there in silence for about five seconds.

Mr. Blik: You know… she’s not that pretty…

Gordon: Aye.

  Three more seconds of silence.

Gordon: I wonder what the human Kimberly is doing…

  Inside, Waffle and Trixie continued unpacking.

Waffle: You have a lot of neat stuff!

  He opened a new box and took out a glass bowl with carved flowers on it.

Waffle: Where do I put this bowl?

Trixie: On the coffee table.

Waffle: Oh.

  He walked away a little, but then turned around and went up to Trixie.

Waffle: Where’s the coffee table?

Trixie: In the living room.

Waffle: Oh.

  Again, he walked away a little, but then turned around and went up to Trixie again.

Waffle: What’s a coffee table?

  Trixie started giggling, and Waffle was very surprised. She was the first living creature to laugh when he did something stupid. Blik would usually hit him or yell at him and Gordon would usually slap himself on the forehead or look at him like he thought he was a complete moron.

  When finished unpacking, it was 5 p.m.. Trixie made some tea and they both talked for hours about themselves, their interests, everything.

Trixie: So newts have a native language?

Waffle: Yep! Newtuguese! Splee!

  Trixie’s stomach hurt from laughing so much. Just then, an old cuckoo clock told them that it was already 10 p.m..

Waffle: Oooh… It’s late! I better go home.

  Trixie walked him to the door.

Trixie: Thanks for the help, Waffle. You’re a great friend.

Waffle: Thanks!

  Trixie then did something he wasn’t expecting: she gave him a peck on the cheek. She slowly closed the door, and Waffle just stood there blushing for a few seconds with his eyes wide open. Then, a cupid appeared from out of nowhere and hit him on the head with a mallet (a/n: just like what happened to Blik on ‘Love Cats’). Waffle started floating with a dreamy look on his face, leaving dozens of pink hearts where he passed. He floated through his bedroom window and went to bed, just to dream about Trixie all night long.