happilyeverbeginning | And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon... (scrooge and minnie)

It wasn't as if Minnie had intentionally gone through with this with the idea she'd do it alone, but after the first couple of people she asked for help seemed appalled and aghast at the very notion of what she was doing, she gave up and decided she'd go at it herself.

Although, to be fair, months ago she would have been appalled and aghast herself at the notion. Giving away things from the castle? It was unheard of. But that had definitely been Scrooge McDuck's influence, which not everyone approved of. One of the things Minnie had learned from him was the usefulness, and connected to it the uselessness, of certain material items. If she didn't need them, nor did any of the servants, why not hand it to someone less fortunate? (At least Scrooge had finally convinced her to stop calling them "commoners". Now that had been a struggle.)

It was a lovely day outside, so instead of being cooped up, Minnie brought the - rather heavy - trunk outside to rifle and check through, with paper and ink quill in hand. All employees of the palace were free to come and go in her gardens, so she wouldn't have minded any company.

Currently, she was finishing folding away some very unique, and sparkly, dresses that she could tell would never fit her. "Mm-hmm." She said out loud, jotting something down. "Away that goes."

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What could she possibly say? What could she do? This wasn't right. She was supposed to be the most powerful person in France... and she was utterly helpless. This was something power and money couldn't fix.

Eventually, she lifted her head, her face wet. "... I'm... I'm sorry for yelling."

"I yelled at you, too, so let's call it even," he told her. His smile was awkward as he looked at her. "You and me are more alike than you realize, Princess. The main difference is you've got time to fix your mistakes."

Minnie shook her head, trying to regain some of her sunny optimism. "It's not too late for you!"

His smile was a bit strained but he refrained from reminding her of what they both already knew:

He was an old man and a man who'd lived for longer than most people did at that. He was more or less living on borrowed time.

"Well, regardless, we both have made plenty of mistakes. Similar ones, too. But we're both learning."

Minnie lowered her head, starting to brush away her tears from her cheeks. "... Donald didn't tell me. I was looking for the boys, and I... just overheard. He was asking their advice about what to do."

"Then you'd better tell him you know somewhere you know is absolutely private and apologize for eavesdropping," Scrooge told her firmly. "Once word gets out about his connection to me, it won't matter if he wants to acknowledge me as family or not: Once that genie's out of the lamp, there's no going back in."

Minnie nodded slowly. "I will, I promise... I didn't mean to eavesdrop, really. I never thought they'd be talking about anything so serious..."

"It doesn't matter, lass," Scrooge scolded. "Would you like it if they listened in on private conversations with your friends?"

Minnie could immediately think of a few things she didn't think she wanted her darling Sir Mickey to learn just yet.

"... Certainly not."

"I guarantee the lads feel just the same way," he pointed out, raising a brow.

True, but that was about family ties, whereas her secrets where about the things she wanted to do when she was alone with Mickey... but that was neither here or there. Focus.

"Of course I will apologize. I want him to think of me as a friend as well as the princess."

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon... (scrooge and minnie)

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