Dolores

Dolores had left you alone in her room while she went to see what her mother wanted downstairs. You wandered over to the bureau and sat down. Dolores had an array of hair ribbons, earrings, and necklaces (mostly chokers) scattered across the surface. So naturally, you began trying them on.

Dolores still didn't return, so you began to get creative with the accessories. You ended up with the necklaces in particular, testing your ability to balance them on your ears, your puckered lips, whatever. You were just starting to see if you could get one to stay on the tip of your nose when the door opened behind you.

You froze. In the mirror, you could see Dolores standing in the doorway. And she saw you. With a necklace on each ear, a necklace on your puckered lips, and a necklace barely staying on the tip of your nose. You knew she saw you because she began giggling.

"What are you doing, mi vida?" she asked.

You let the necklace on your lips fall so you could speak. "Pretending you saw nothing," you said.

She crossed the room and kissed the top of your head. "Oh, I saw everything," she said, grinning. "And you know it."

Luisa

Normally, you didn't play in the mud. But you were walking through the town when two little girls accosted you and demanded you judge their mud pie contest. One thing led to another, and the next thing you knew, you were playing in a mud puddle with several little kids.

"My pies are taller!" one girl yelled at the boy next to her. "That means they're better!"

"Nu-uh!" the boy said. "Mine are wider, so they're better!"

A small tussle broke out (with a lot of giggling), and both kids ended up falling in the mud.

"Hey!" the girl complained. "Now I have mud on my face!"

"What's wrong with that?" you asked, grinning as you sculpted your own mud pies.

"It's on my nose! It looks like a moustache!"

"Does it?" You contemplated the girl, then dipped a finger in the mud and drew a line under your nose. "Well, I bet my moustache is better."

The kids all laughed. The girl's smile returned, and soon, she was competing with her friends for "best mud moustache."

"I like (Y/N)'s better than yours," said one boy.

"Whatever! Look, mine's longer!"

You drew another line on your face. "Yeah?" you said. "Now I have two moustaches. Beat that!"

Amid the new shouts of laughter, you became aware of someone behind you chuckling. You looked up.

"Luisa?" you squeaked. "Uh. How long—"

"Long enough." Luisa crouched down, trying very hard to keep her face straight. "And might I say, you look lovely with two moustaches."

You were probably blushing. If you were, Luisa didn't care. She kissed you, mud moustaches and all.

Bruno

You had decided to surprise Bruno by dusting his bookshelves for him. A few minutes in, though, and you were bored. You decided to pep up the task a little and began humming a jaunty tune. Before long, that escalated into a full-on dance number, embellished with some very theatrical dusting. You finished with a flourish and tossed the duster into the air for full effect as you struck a dramatic pose. You then turned – and Bruno was standing in the doorway.

"Bruno!" you yelped. "I . . . um, I was dusting your shelves." Maybe he hadn't seen anything. "I wanted to surprise you."

"You surprised me, all right," he said.

You gulped. "With the dusting, right?"

"That too."

Bruno was trying very hard not to laugh, you realized. You folded your arms, your face heating up.

"Hey, it was boring work," you said. "I had to do something to liven it up."

That did it. Bruno burst out laughing, and you pouted, though you were trying not to smile yourself. Maybe getting caught artistically dusting wasn't so bad, if it got him to laugh like this.

Camilo

You were waiting for Camilo to meet you on the edge of town for a picnic date, but you couldn't just stand still and wait. The weather was amazing: bright and sunny with a hint of a refreshing breeze. As you walked up and down, the wind picked up a little, now rippling the cloth for the picnic that was draped over your arm.

You looked down at the cloth, then grinned. Ah, why not? No one would see. You were at least fifteen minutes early for your date, anyway. Might as well do something fun.

You tied the cloth around your neck like a cape and set off running along the road with your arms spread wide like some superhero. You turned to run back, only to catch sight of someone standing by the side of the road with the widest grin you'd ever seen on his face.

"Camilo!" You hastily untied the picnic blanket. "You – oh god, you saw that, didn't you?"

Camilo didn't stop grinning. "I'm glad I did," he said.

You groaned. "Figures this is the one time you're early for a date."

"Maybe I should be early more often."

"From now on, I'm only doing embarrassing stuff in the middle of the night when you're asleep."

Mirabel

You weren't expecting any visitors, in your defense. Therefore, you had no reason to think someone would catch you sweeping your house . . . or rather, dancing and singing with the broom. Stupid assumption, apparently.

"(Y/N), I—"

You froze. Was that—

"Oh."

Oh god, it was. You turned. "Mirabel?" you said.

Mirabel leaned on the doorway of your kitchen with folded arms and a grin.

"Don't let me interrupt," she said. "Looks like quite a party."

You huffed and stood the broom against the wall.

"That broom looked like a great dance partner," she went on. She held out her hand to you. "But how about someone with arms instead?"

"If I didn't love you so much, I'd pick that broom back up right now," you said. "That'd show you."

She wiggled her fingers, and you took her hand with an exaggerated roll of the eyes.

"But like you said, you do love me so much," she said. "So let's dance."

Isabela

You placed your latest potted plant (a gift from Isabela) on the windowsill with your others, then began speaking to it.

"Who's a good little plant?" you crooned. "You are, yes, you are! That's right. You're going to sit here and get lots of sunshine, and grow up big and tall and beautiful and make your mum proud. You already make me proud, yes you do!"

You picked up your watering can and began going down the row of pots, one by one.

"You look so much better today, don't you?" you said to one. "Look at those new leaves! You're such a big leafy baby, aren't you?" to another.

You didn't realize you were being observed until a voice interrupted yours.

"I think I might puke."

You almost dropped your watering can. You looked up. Isabela stood in the street outside your window, watching you with a smirk on her face.

"What?" you demanded.

"Oh, nothing, nothing at all."

"Hey, I can't magic my plants like you do," you said defensively. "I have to talk to them to make them grow!"

"I never said a word, querida."

You huffed and finished watering your plants in silence.