Mika glanced sideways at Charlotte, both of them standing on the back of the sword, still balancing themselves carefully. With a lowered voice, he leaned in a little and whispered.
"Sheās giving us the silent treatment, isnāt she?"
Charlotte exhaled slowly, eyes flicking toward her mother with a guilty glance.
"Yeah." She murmured. "Looks like it. That look on her face? Like she doesnāt want to talk to anyone. And those slightly puffed up cheeks, definitely a sign."
"...Thatās the classic pout of someone giving the silent treatment and sulking hard right now."
Mika shook his head and let out a breathy laugh.
"Youāve got to be kidding me...Is she really pouting?"
He turned his attention to Yelena, her back to them, not sparing even a glance their way.
"Yelena..." He called out to her. "..donāt be like that."
She didnāt move. Didnāt even blink in their direction but he still raised a brow and pressed on.
"Seriously, are you giving us the silent treatment? Right now? I canāt believe this is happening."
Still no response.
"Come on." Mika groaned dramatically. "This is childish. Youāre supposed to be the legendary Yelena. The one who once held the skies apart with one hand and punched a dragon with the other. And now youāre mad because we made a few dumb jokes?"
Charlotte leaned forward, trying to peek at her motherās face.
"Mama..." She called softly. "Stop pouting like that. Iām sorry, okay? I didnāt mean to make fun of you. I was just teasing you. I never doubted you or your trust in Mika, I swear. It was all meant to be a joke. I love you more than anything in the world. Please donāt be mad..."
Yelena didnāt turn. Her arms were crossed and her chin was lifted ever so slightly. Her entire posture screamed, Iām ignoring all of you and you deserve it.
Mika sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Alright, fine, Iāll say it too. Iām sorry, okay? I shouldnāt have said all that stuff. I shouldnāt have made those bets, or tried to mess around with you. Iāll even give up my win over you, okay? You win. You can keep it. I donāt even care anymore."
He then jabbed a thumb toward Charlotte.
"And if youāve got to be mad at someone, be mad at her. Sheās the one who started all of this. Sheās the one crazy enough to jump off that wall.Sheās the one who instigated all this chaos."
"...She should be the one getting scolded, not me."
Charlotteās mouth fell open as she smacked his arm. "Hey! You traitor!"
He didnāt even blink. "Just calling it as it is."
Yelena turned her head ever so slightly, eyes darting back toward them.
Both Mika and Charlotte straightened, hopeful. But then, she looked away again with a quiet huff, her face still pointed in the opposite direction.
Charlotte deflated. "Oh wow...sheās really serious this time."
Mika nodded grimly. "Whenās the last time we saw her like this?"
Charlotte blinked, then frowned in thought. "I donāt think Iāve really seen Mama get mad like this in years. At least not while I was around. But back in the old days? It happened all the time."
She tilted her head up, eyes distant as she remembered.
"Back when we were all together as a family...I used to do dumb stuff constantly. Sheād scold me, and then if it got really bad, sheād just stop talking to me altogether. That was her final move. The silent treatment. She used to pout for hours."
Mika gave a soft chuckle. "Sounds about right."
Charlotte grinned, just a little. "The last time I saw her like this...mustāve been when you were still living with us. It was, um...I think the first year of middle school. Yeah. Our teacher made us write an essay on who our personal idol was, remember?"
Mika raised a brow. "Oh yeah...Remind me who you wrote about."
Charlotte cringed. "I wrote about Auntie Anya."
There was a beat of silence and then Mika burst into laughter. "Oh my god, no way."
She nodded sheepishly. "Oh yeah. Mama saw it, and she got so mad, she wouldnāt talk to me for the entire day. Not a single word."
"Even when the rest of them tried to talk to her, she just...ignored everyone. Walked around the house like she was some tragic queen whoād been betrayed."
"I remember that." Mika laughed. "I walked in and thought someone had died. The mood in the whole house was frozen. And you, ha! You looked like you were going to cry the whole time."
"I was going to cry!" Charlotte said, flustered. "I had no idea itād upset her so much! I mean, back then I really did idolize Auntie Anya! She was so cool and composed and powerful and badass!"
Suddenly, Yelena slowly turned her head and glared over her shoulder.
Charlotte froze. "N-No, wait, that was back then! I swear, I donāt idolize her anymore! My hero is you! Youāre my one and only Mama! No one else! Please donāt get mad again!"
Yelena let out a little "hmph" and looked away again.
Mika leaned toward Charlotte and whispered. "Youāre really bad at this."
"I panicked, okay?!"
Charlotte then looked at him, her hands clinging to his shirt like it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart, and pleaded with a furrowed brow.
"You have to do something, Mika. Youāre the only one who can save us right now."
Mika blinked at her in disbelief. "What are you talking about?"
She glanced behind her toward her mother, who was still dramatically turned away with her arms folded and her face angled toward the clouds, sulking.
"If you donāt do something, Mamaās just going to keep pouting like this. She wonāt give up. She might even go for a few tears this time, Iām telling you. You donāt know how stubborn she is when sheās in this state."
Mika groaned softly, his shoulders drooping. "I know that, but what am I even supposed to do? Itās not like Iāve got some kind of special power to fix her mood."
But Charlotte only stared at him, nodding with complete seriousness. "You do. You absolutely do."
He gave her a look. "Charlotte..."
"No, listen!" She insisted, tugging on his shirt like she was trying to physically pull the words out of him. "Iām telling you, even back then, when she got like this, nothing, nothing, worked. I tried everything. The other girls also tried everything."
"Auntie Anya even baked her a cake as an apology for indirectly stealing her daughter away even with her horrible cooking...But she didnāt even flinch."
"I also literally hugged her for hours and kept whispering how much I loved her and how she was the best mom in the world and how she was my hero and all that."
"Thatās sweet..."
"And you know what she did?" Charlotte huffed, her eyes wide. "She just sat there. On the sofa. Not a single twitch. Not even a blink. She just patted my head once and went back to staring at the wall."
Mika stared at her.
"I got a sore arm from all the hugging and I cried, okay? I cried! And she didnāt even flinch!"
"...Sounds like a statue."
"She was a statue!" Charlotte exclaimed. "But then you came in. And you, somehow, just said one dumb thing or did something weird and suddenly she was smiling and laughing again. Like magic!"
"...Itās always you! I donāt know what it is you do, but every time, itās you who makes her happy again."
She clasped her hands together. "So please, Mika...you have to do something. I canāt handle the silent guilt-tripping. Sheās a master at it. I already feel bad for breathing, and she hasnāt even said a word."
"That was ages ago, Charlotte." Mika raised his hands helplessly. "I donāt even remember what I did. I just said or did something random and it worked by pure chance. Thatās not a repeatable strategy."
"But it is for you." Charlotte said, her voice soft and hopeful. "It is. You always know what to do."
And then she pointed directly at her mother.
Mika followed her finger, and sure enough, Yelena, still pretending to be engrossed in the clouds, was not-so-subtly glancing sideways toward them.
Her face was locked in a carefully crafted expression of dignified hurt, but her eyes...her eyes were clearly watching. Waiting. Hoping.
Charlotte whispered. "Look at her. She wants you to come cheer her up. Even now sheās waiting for you to do something. Sheās just too proud to say it."
Yelena stiffened slightly the moment Charlotte pointed and turned her face away even more exaggeratedly, as if deeply offended by the accusation. But the light pink dusting her ears betrayed her.
"Sheās so obvious." Charlotte murmured. "So come on, please. Help me out. Only you can fix this."
Mika looked between them, the teary, hopeful daughter and the cold-shouldered guardian with a hundred emotions bubbling beneath the surface, and let out a long, suffering sigh.
"It hasnāt even been half a day since I got dragged back into this family." He muttered, raking a hand through his hair. "And already Iām out here trying to fix everyoneās mood and save the day. I should be asleep right now. I should be hibernating."
But then he smiled softly and murmured,
"But I guess thatās family for you. No such thing as peace. And thereās nothing you can really do about it."
Charlotteās eyes lit up as he looked at her and nodded once, "Alright. Iāll try something."
Without a moment to lose, she grinned and shoved him gently forward. "Go! Go save us!"
And Yelena, though she was still turned away, was clearly paying very close attention. Her fingers twitched at her side, and she cast another sideways glance, this one even more frequent now, watching his every step.
Even the idea that he might do something for her was already stirring something warm and ridiculous in her chest, though she would rather throw herself off this flying sword than admit that out loud.
She was still mad. He had hurt her pride, and she wasnāt going to let that go that easily.
But...she still wanted him to come to her. To try.
And Mika...stood still for a moment, thinking.
What could he do? What would work?
Then his eyes wandered, and he remembered, Oh right. They were literally traveling through the sky on a giant flying sword.ā
An idea clicked.
"...I think Iāve got something." He said aloud.
Charlotte leaned in. "What is it?"
"Well, I guess going to have to enter my Lucid state once again and cook up something." He sighed dramatically, already regretting it. "...Again."
She blinked. "Wait, again? Youāve already entered like five times today."
"I know! Thatās what Iām saying!" Mika groaned. "Usually I donāt even enter more than once a month. I save it for serious emergencies. But today? Iāve probably broken my yearly quota!"
He stared up at the clouds, exhausted. "The side effects are going to suck and a pain to deal with. But..."
He glanced at Yelena once more, who was definitely still pretending to be indifferent, but now biting the inside of her cheek to hide her anticipation.
"...sometimes, for family, you just gotta do certain things no matter how much you hate it."