The Mousekewitz household was bustling with excitement. Food was being made, dishes were being placed, Yasha was crying... A LOT. Fievel and Tanya were setting the table, while Tanya was grumbling about something.

"Oh! I cannot wait!" Mama exclaimed, trying to calm Yasha down. "Ever since Tanya stormed in complaining about Fievel having a girlfriend, I've been dying to meet her. Tanya, sweetie, stop complaining!"

"She's just jealous." Fievel joked.

"I am not jealous!" Tanya snapped. "I just happen to have woken up in a bad mood!"

"For the past week?" Tanya turned away.

"I would love to know how you and Allie met Fievel." Papa cut in.

"Oh! Well, it's actually a really funny story-" He was cut off by a knock the door. "Oh! She's here!" He practically lunged at the door, throwing it open to reveal Allie.

"Fievie!" Allie exclaimed, hugging him and giving him a peck on the cheek. "This is your family? Nice to meet you!"

"Hello there dear." Mama responded. "Fievel told us all about you. Do you like cheese soup?" Allie nodded.

"Yep! Love it!"

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There was mostly silence for the next ten minutes, save for Yasha crying.

"So, Allie dear." Papa began "Are you enjoying yourself?" Allie nodded.

"Absolutely Mr. Mousekewitz! I've never gotten to make my own plate before! Usually the servents do that!"

"...Servents?"

"Yep! I come from a very noble family. My father says our family is second only to Gussie Mausheimer, just barely though." There was silence, until Tanya spoke up.

"AND she's RICH!" She huffed, clearly upset.

"Tanya, finish your food before you start pouting." Mama demanded.

"Allie likes to sing too!" Fievel chimed in. Allie turned red.

"Oh, well, not really in front of others. I can make an exception for Fievel, but..."

"That sounds fascinating!" Mama spoke up. "Tanya's taken an interest in singing recently."

"Maybe Allie can give you lessons." Fievel suggested.

"Are you saying I'm a bad singer!?, Tanya snapped.

"No, I'm saying Allie's a better singer than you." There was silence for a moment, before Tanya used her spoon to fling her food at Fievel, who ducked out of the way.

"Tanya! Clean that up this instant!" Mama demanded, pointing to where the food had landed on the floor. Tanya got up, grumbling to herself.

"So, Allie, not to come of as rude or anything, but what is it you see in Fievel anyway?" Papa asked.

"Oh, well, Fievie's really sweet, and he's always making time for me, and he helps take my mind of my plans to murder my dad." There was a long moment of silence as everyone but Fievel stared at her.

"...Who wants dessert?" Mama finally asked.