*Starflight was in the libary, when--*

???: Hey!

Starflight: Huh?

Dreamcatcher: Um, you probably don't know me yet, but my name is Dreamcatcher.

Starflight: Yes, and?

Dreamcatcher: ...I'm your son.

Starflight: :0

Later:

Fatespeaker: Wait, WHAT!?

Starflight: Parentally, this guys claims his our son, and has come from the future.

Starflight: Sounds like baloney.

Dreamcatcher: It's true!

Starflight: Oh yeah, prove it.

Dreamcatcher: OK, let's see...

Dreamcatcher: You listen to Victorian romance drama audios, and you cry during the end of them.

Starflight: ....MY SON! *hugs him*

Dreamcatcher: Aww! Thanks dad!

Fatespeaker: So, this means I'm married to Starflight?

Dreamcatcher: Yeah.

Fatespeaker: ...Wait here, for a sec.

Meanwhile:

*Sunny was having some tea*

Fatespeaker: *bursts in*

Fatespeaker: IN YOU FACE!

Sunny: OK...?

Sunny: Are we still up for that slumber party?

Fatespeaker: Of course! I'm bringing nachos!