Day 2: Parents - The Royals and the Diazes being dorks.

A large hand tenderly clasped Angela Diaz's shoulder. It was comforting as it was familiar. "Angie, darling, what is the matter?"

Her response was prompt. "Just the dishes!" A little too prompt.

Her husband hummed, thoughtfully. He was smart, but even a fool could tell something was awry. "They look clean enough to me, but then again I do not know much about dishes!" He laughed heartily.

Angie would join him, finding her beloved's amusement to be contagious. She just forced a chuckle. "Mm, but you can scrub a canvas with paint!" she chirped, then listed, quieter, "I know dishes though, and vacuuming, and dusting, and cooking..." until she trailed off into a little sigh, before resuming her plate-scrubbing.

She did not know how Rafael would respond, she did not have time to dwell on it before a pair of lips pressed against her temple, making Angie hum lovingly before he came up beside her, draping one of his massive arms around her shoulders.

He said in a low voice that made her shiver, "And let's not forget, you are a great dancer."

Angie turned and beamed to him a rueful smile - her Rafael was amazing, but he did not understand. "I don't think Queen Butterfly is much of a dancer, or a cooker, cleaner... Oh! Why did you and King River have to set up this playdate?"

"We-"

Angie moaned before planting her face into her husband's broad chest. "I'm sorry, sweetie! I'm just so nervous about spending the day with her! She isn't anything like Star, I don't know how to act around royalty!"

"And neither do I! King River does not appreciate art like we do, but we get along with him just fine!" Gently, Rafael peeled her away from him - he looked down upon her with loving, brown eyes. "You act like yourself, that is what you do. You act like yourself, and I am certain Queen Moon will like you."

Angie smiled, hearing her husband's words of comfort. Although she could not bring herself to overcome her worries, she nodded anyway.

When she first met Queen Moon Butterfly, the woman carried herself in a way that oozed confidence - the measured steps, her back flat as a wall, hands poised before her. There was an air about Moon Butterfly, one that compelled Angela to lower her head in respect.

To be greeted at her own front door by the Queen of Mewni, who wore her hair down, sporting a baby-blue polo and white shorts to match, it was a sight she never expected to see.

"Angela," Moon greeted, wearing a polite little smile. "It's good to see you again."

Angie smiled and bowed her head, "Queen-I, I mean, my Queen... Your Grace, hello, hi!" She waved.

Amused, Moon made a calming gesture with her hand. "I am not your Queen, Angela, nor am I one in this dimension. Here, I am simply Moon."

"Of course!" Angie already felt an immense weight lifted from her shoulders, knowing the queen was as laid-back as her daughter. "Well, come in, come in!"

"My thanks," Moon bowed her head before entering the Diaz home. Despite her appearance, Angie noticed the queen still walked with measured steps, and there was a stiffness in her shoulders.

She must be nervous, Angie thought. It took only a moment of thought before the lightbulb went off in her head. "Wait right here!"

Angie ran off, leaving a fairly puzzled Moon to watch as the Earth-woman skipped over to the stereo against the wall and press a couple buttons. From the speakers came clashing symbols and snapping drums, backed by the smooth rift of a saxophone.

"Come on, bay-beh!" belted Chubby Checker. "Let's do the twist!"

"Come on, bay-beh! Let's do the twist!"

"Take me by my little hand! ...And go, like THIS!"

Angie let the music and the memories carry herself across the living room, sliding her feet over to where Moon Butterfly stood, still perplexed.

"Do you not dance, Moon?" Angie called over the music, twisting her hips to the beat.

"I just haven't heard this sort of music before!" the queen replied, a shy smile growing on her face. "I haven't danced in years though! Not to mention I do not know how in the style of Earthlings, I would look foolish!"

"I love foolish! Come on!" Without awaiting a reply, Angie grabbed Moon Butterfly by the hand, and together with Chubby Checker she showed her how to 'Twist.'

Moon was awkward, clumsy, and she bumped into her dance partner a few times but, after many assurances, she felt comfortable enough to laugh at her failings alongside Angie Diaz.

Angie, meanwhile, forgot she was dancing in her living room with a woman who ruled a kingdom, won wars, and spawned a wonderful future-daughter-in-law.

They didn't even notice Star and Marco come home from school. Stumbling upon this... spectacle... Marco quietly walked up the stairs to his room. Star followed, after lingering for one second longer on her mother.

She was dancing.

She was having fun.

"Thanks Dad," she whispered.

Dorky, awkward parents are the best. I hope something like this happens in the show! I think Angie would really help Moon let her hair down.