After spending several hours being confined to a single bed with virtually nothing else to do, Dawn Fire would have thought she would enjoy leaving such confines the moment it became possible and not necessary anymore. But she had been wrong, oh so very wrong.

Maybe it was the nice room this bed was standing in that made the difference. Maybe, it NOT being a hospital bed somehow evaluated its quality. It could also have the unconcious knowledge that her very existence wasn’t a single question mark anymore.

Point is, it was Wednesday, somewhere between morning and noon, and Dawn Fire tried her absolute hardest to remain in bed and fall again into beautiful sleep. The first part was relatively easy, the second one not so much.

In the end her body betrayed her, by simply waking up more and more. She grew increasingly restless, her limbs demanded movement and her brain wanted to actually do something. One particularly part did not grew tired of reminding her that one should not waste so much time with lying about.

And so, with a heavy heart, she made her way towards the outside of her room.

This heavy case of waking-up-melancholy vanished surprisingly quickly however, once her nose reported contact with the smell of something absolutely mouth-watering.

Pancakes!!

Her limbs certainly got the excercise they had wanted.

When Dawn finally reached the table with the desired content, granted it was the only actual table in the apartment, her nose and expectations were not disappointed. A plate with more than a dozen of those beautiful golden-brown pieces of food practically dominated the entire tabletop. Surrounding them were different condiments suited for such a breakfast. Chocolate creme, fruit marmelade, syrup and a couple more.

The sight was indeed promising, alluring even. So much so that Dawn found herself moving closer and closer towards the food while her stomach began to gurgle in anticipation, only to be stoped by a sharp voice.

“Touch them only if you’re ready for the consequences.“

Dawn’s head whipped around towards the kitchen entrance to find her host standing there, same clothes as yesterday, with her arms folded. Immediately her arms retracted back towards her body and in the air, while she took a precautious step backwards. Her stomach was not a bit happy with the sudden increase in distance to the mountain of breakfast, but in this case instinct recommended submission rather than escalation.

Upon seing that no immediate danger to her creation was imminent, Aria returned into the kitchen area. Just as Dawn started to weigh staying in the current position or following the allure, the fuchsia girl returned. In her hands she carried the resolution to the current conflict, a second plate of pancakes, which she sat down on the table near Dawn.

Aria then took her seat and promptly pulled the pile-plate towards herself, whilst also grabbing the first ingredient to enhance her breakfast. She only paused for a second after she noticed that Dawn still seemed to ponder her choices.

“Come on, eat! They’re not getting any better if you wait and I won’t chop your hands off.“ This did certainly break the dam. No ten seconds passed before the red girl had started to tear the first baked disk apart.

Her benefactor simply chuckled and did no move to stop her from doing so, only saying out loud to ‘slow down a bit‘. Something Dawn eventually did, perhaps a part of her mind that was not intoxicated by the taste of home-made goodness had remembered the severity of stuffing oneself with food.

Breakfast went along in almost gluttonous silence, until the red-gold haired girl decided to initiate conversation.

“So, is something planned for today?“ This was what she intended to say, at the least. What actually came out of her mouth could be understood as such, but only with a lot of fantasy. Or experience, as evidently Aria had perceived what had just been mumbled through a filled mouth.

“Not really something solid,“ she replied calmly. “I’ve got only a few things to do until the weekend, and I hadn’t planned that I will spend Christmas with another person in my apartment here.“ Looking up at Dawn she raised an eyebrow. “You do remember what Christmas is, right?“

The red girl nodded, she knew what it was. A celebration in the cold times of year, Winter! It was Winter!, where people decorated trees with nice lights and gifted each other presents. She was sure that it had some sort of religious tradition or background, nowadays though the present part was the most known thing about it.

Her eyes slowly went wide. The two girls looking at eachother, Dawn opened her mouth before Aria cut her off.

“If you’re thinking what I presume you’re thinking, no.“

“But its-“

“No offense, Dawn. But I don’t need a present from you.“

“Awwww…“ After that, no more was said, the only sound again being them eating. And eat they did, for the pancakes were truly delicious. At some point where Dawn started to put her toppings in the shape of little smiles and other small things. But eventually both plates were empty, with the last piece disappearing into the stomach of the table’s occupants.

The red and gold haired girl, after breathing a very long and contented sigh, immediately stood up and began to carry their dishes into the kitchen.

“Hey, Dawn?“ The same hair-framed face popped into the kitchen entrance, her long hair going almost comically straight towards the floor.

“Yeah?“

It took Aria ten seconds to recover from her snickering. But only ten seconds, after that her ususal stern and grumpy… no, she seemed more friendly for the lack of a better term.

“Let’s be honest here, even if I NEEDED a present, you have exactly no money to pay for anything. And trust me I don’t want a christmas present.“ Aria stood up and put her hands in pockets. “But I appreciate your enthusiasmus.“

She then took the rest of the table’s content to the kitchen and showed her new roommate where everything belonged to. Dawn just listened and tried to engrave it all into her mind. She was determined that if she could, she would help in the apartment. Aria could not forbid her this.

When she actually told Aria that, the fuchsia girl just fixed her with a deadpanned look that, for her, seemed to scream ‘Are you serious right now?‘. But, considering they had not a lot to do, she started initiating Dawn into the prospect of housekeeping (beginning with “what is where and what does it do?“).

Also important where the few house rules. Namely, Aria’s room is off limits unless permitted. Not that Dawn would have tried to sneak in anyway, that would have been disrespectful. Even though the curiosity to learn more was there.

There was also a third bedroom which, like the second one that now belonged to the apartments new resident, had been thoroughly cleaned out. There were a few signs that someone had once lived in them, but they consisted mostly out of bits of tape on walls and spots where one could imagine things like vases or additional furniture had once stood.

Dawn also noticed that most of the floor in the living room seemed a bit off. It simply stood out, like those particular sections were not as old as the rest. But since she could not think of any important reason, Dawn did not ask about it.

Sometime after they had finished the impromptu tour of the apartment, Aria received a call on her phone. It didn’t last long, yet Dawn was waiting the whole time with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation.

“Steel Rain just called, asked if I could help him with a car in the shop. We can drop off their clothes when we’re there.“

This morning, fresh snow had fallen. Now the sky was clear, letting the sun shine onto the soft white covering, causing it to sparkle. In the midst of this, little Snowflake Breeze had danced in swirls around herself. Her silver and white streaked hair had matched the snow blanket, reflecting the sunlight in a truly incredible sight.

They had played for a long time, atleast that was how it felt to Dawn Fire. Dancing with the falling flakes and each other, forgetting everything on their minds and not minding all the people that saw them. It had been wonderful for them both, but eventually the dance had come to an end. Now they were sitting inside the living space of the House.

Snowflake’s mother, Blizzard Storm, had given them the task of creating more winter decorations from an assortment of stuff the family had either lying around, or collected for this very purpose.

It had taken a bit of time, as well as Snowflake’s expert knowledge and a healthy dose of trial and error, but finally Dawn had begun to get relatively good at constructing little decorations. She had no chance to beat her little partner of course, there was more than enough years of expertise between them.

But it was fun, that was what mattered. Although at one point, Dawn had kinda wandered of of the christmas theme and started to come up with other ideas. Not that this had hampered their vigor in the slightest. In fact, both girls were soon trying to out-create eachother, with their products getting increasingly complex and, if one were honest, absolutely ridicolous.

Snowflake had held true to her name and created a snowflake, made entirely out of glue and thin sticks, but as wide as her head. It held together remarkebly well.

Dawn on the other hand had made a tiny tree out of a pine cone, coloured foam and a nail for the foot, with it’s pointed tip driven into the cone itself. Snowflake had suggested they try to get appropriate christmas decorations for it later.

While the rosy girl had started to recreate an angel, complete with wings, Dawn had gotten the idea of trying to make a rider atop his horse. It had not gone that well. When Snowflake had seen the end result, she had noted that the rider’s legs were almost not to make out at all and seemed to just be a part of the animal, also it’s arms were overly long for a human. But Dawn took it all in good spirit, maybe because Snowflake had giggled cutely through her judgement, and because Dawn could not help but notice that the silver-white haired girl was currently misconstructing her wings a bit.

Nevertheless, between the two of them, mutliple constructs were created and subsequently most of them were given to Blizzard Storm to be put to use. The only exception were a few specific ones that Dawn had made. Most of them clashed with the current theme anyway, so Blizzard was more than okay with leaving them for Dawn’s personal use, as she had put it.

Snowflake however had been more persistent in her curiosity to know what her newly partner in fabrication had planned, and so she bombarded the cardinal-red girl with questions and puppy stares until she got her answer. Granted, Dawn hadn’t lasted that long under the glare of wide white eyes that gleamed like the snow outside.

“I want to make this to a present for Aria. This would be a good start, I mean I don’t really have a lot of means to get her something, but I just really want to give her something,“ she had said to the little girl. The response had been a look of, what Dawn could only guess, wonderous admiration? Something like that. Before she could stop the little whirlwind, she had run after her mother and returned with her self-made angel figure.

Atleast it was supposed to be an angel. Because of Snowflake being a tad distracted by its making, several things hade gone different then expected. The wings for example had not really formed into the shape they were intended to. Also they had lost almost of the small petals that should have been it’s feathers, because the glue had not dried properly. Overall, they reminded Dawn of wings that bats possessed, instead of a bird's fluffy ones.

But it was still a great little statue. And just like before, Dawn had literally not a single chance to convince the little girl, instead she fell to her stubborn will, again. It made her pray that she would never actually have to tell the girl a 'no', otherwise she'd be doomed.

Next, Snowflake had shown Dawn Fire a couple of christmas songs she knew. And soon, the two of them were happily sitting outside again, singing one after another. In front of them the courtyard, its surface marked by dozens of snow angels. Their playlist rapidly expanded, as time grew on, yet they still had enough energy to never falter in their duet. Not only that, but Dawn got more and more into it as her, frankly lacking, voice seemed to clear up.

So much so, that the surroundings just seemed to melt together. The only thing remaining was her, Snowflake and the bench their were sitting on. Her voice actually seemed to be rather comfortable with the constant singing, and not as lacking as it had been at first.

There was also something warm inside her chest. As long as she sang, it seemed to vibrate in the rythm of their melody. Maybe that was why she didn’t feel cold at all. In fact she had never felt cold this entire day, not even after spending a couple of hours playing down in the snow and lying in it. Sure she had been moving all the time, but she knew that she should have been chilled to some degree.

Or atleast she would have known this, if she had not been wrapped up in singing happy little songs with a similarly happy little girl.

When Aria was finally finished with her work in the mechanic bay, with the old Steel Rain still apoligizing for having to call her over, she carefully stepped through the minefield of snow angels that had once been the family’s concrete yard. Not that she terribly minded it, or atleast she didn’t seem to.

But with Aria done, it was time to go. It was not like anyone had a lot of things to do this very day, but Aria thought it’d be best to get any groceries now while they were already out and about. So, goodbyes were said and hugs (well, one hug) were exchanged, before the two adult-ish girls drove away on their bike.

Dawn had to hide the angel alongside her other products in her new coat. Luckily she had been provided with a box to carry them all safely. It felt a bit akward, trying to hide something from someone, while riding on their bike behind them. It also felt kinda stupid, hiding things from the one person who was giving her all these chances. But, it also felt... right?

It wasn't like she was hiding a terrible secret from Aria. She wanted to surprise her. Make her a gift, to show her appreciation for all that she was given. That was not a bad thing, she could not think of a way how it could be.

She just wanted to be a friend to Aria.

The next day, they were on the bike again. Though this time, their destination was not so close as any time before, in fact it wasn’t even in Canterlot at all. Instead they were driving towards a decently sized mountain range, which was located maybe fifty minutes away from the city. Most people would consider this a rather isolated location to live, in the midst of rocky hills and rockier mountains. And while fifty minutes were not exactly a very long way, they would be correct in a way. This area was not really an extremely populated one.

But there were still those that lived and worked here. One such family were the Pies, Limestone and Marble’s parents to be exact. They were rock farmers. Although this sounded way more exotic than it really was.

Their buisness was divided into two branches. The larger one was responsible for most of the income, by selling stone and gravel as building materials for projects of all kinds, be it modern concrete blocks or the restauration of more ancient ones. The second and older part was responsible for the producing of custom stone plastics, statues, decorations, even gravemarkers. This branch was also located at the Pie residence, the place where both Aria and Dawn were currently headed to.

It was very early in the morning. Early as in, the sun was just now rising, tinting everything in an orange glow.

Not that the girl with the similar fire-y complexion took too much wonder or notice to the scenery around here. She was too tired for that. Incidently, even with the helmet on, resting her head onto the back of her roommate proved to be really comfortable, as long as she held herself in a stable position. So for her, the near hour of travel went by uneventful and mercifully fast.

Dawn was impressed by the rock farm, to say the least. It was vast, peaceful and quiet when compared to even the calmest parts of Canterlot.

She was even more impressed with the Pies. Their house seemed old and small, but when she had been inside she had seen how deceiving the building was. And spaceous, it was surprisingly spaceous. There were two other buildings that looked to be similar in style and age. Limestone had told her what they were. One housed the vehicles and machines alongside other heavy equipement, while the other contained the main stone workshop of the family, where custom orders would be fullfilled by the expert masons under the families payroll.

Most the entire family seemed to be present on this day. Limestone had greeted Aria and Dawn and introduced them to the rest of the Pies. Igneous Rock Pie was the patriach of this land, the house, the buisness and a mountain of a man himself. In his prime he would have towered over all of them. Now, though considerably smaller and a bit haunched, he still seemed to be entirely fit to work in a quarry. And according to Limestone he was indeed still in action besides managing the finances and deals, only that he now worked in the workshop on special orders only.

His wife was not quite as large, but certainly as headstrong as he was, if not more so. She also sported the brightest of the grey tones in the family, leaving Igneous with his yellow-brownish hide as the only exception. That was with the assumption that Limestone and Marble’s other siblings were also grey-skinned.

Speaking of the other members of the Pie sisters, Dawn was happy to learn that three out of four were accounted for on this day. Yet it would be a few hours into helping around with general work in the house before she could get a glance on even one of them.

As Limestone had explained, today was the day where the last important contracts of this year had to be finished, as well as the decoration and preparation for the upcoming holiday. Thusly her two sisters were outside or in the workshop, this was also were Aria quickly headed of to. Dawn was instead stuck in the house with Igneous‘ wife Cloud Quartz. She had not thought that much of it, until Limestone also left to somewhere and she was now alone with the family's matriach.

Apparently one of the sisters had told their parents of her predicament, only in the roughest summary, but still. And Miss Quartz now took it upon herself to use the time with Dawn to learn more from her, about herself. And with that, she meant performing an interrogation while piling task after task onto the poor girl.

This went on until break-time, which was in the afternoon. Luckily Miss Quartz’s well of questions didn’t last all of the time, unluckily it lasted about three-forths of it. It was really surprising how much the matriarch seemed to be able to do at the same time. Just as surprising as to how much she could talk without end, while also preparing food and organizing the house, or that Dawn had been able to endure it all. Although when the break did arrive, she felt as if she had run a marathon. Maybe she had, in a way.

Eventually the break rolled around and with it sweet freedom. Sadly for Dawn, not all Pie sisters showed up. Marble was nowhere to be seen, but she could spot the third sister of the clan. And truly, this one also had the complexion of grey. This time it was a bit darker for the skin, though surprisingly her hair was of a dull purple. The girl was too far away to make out more and it seemed she had other things to do than eating.

Lunch consisted of scrambled eggs, bread and butter, apple slices, beans and a couple of sausages. Those in particular were… new to say the least. Dawn weirdly felt herself hesitating to eat them, but she wasn’t really sure why. Hadn’t she eaten meat when she and Aria were shopping? Had She?

Honestly, she couldn’t remember. Was that a bad sign? A relapse?

Maybe she was just overthinking things.

“Are you gonna eat them or what?“ Limestone asked.

Dawn didn’t give her a clear response but continued pondering. Eventually she reached out with her fork and lifted one piece to eye level. Several seconds passed. Then she stuck it into her mouth and began chewing.

The taste was… strange. Not really bad in any way, she just felt like she shouldn’t eat it. Which was weird, because why shouldn’t she? Had she been a vegetarien? No matter how she thought about it, Dawn could not find a sound conclusion to this. Could it be that her body was kind of allergic against this stuff? Would it be bad if she swallowed it right now?

Only one way to find out.

“… Hm.“

Nothing happened.

“Wow,“ Aria said with a full mouth, her eyes rolling in a exasperated fashion. “Most dramatic consumption of food, I've ever seen. Please tell me that is not going to be constant, alright?“

Dawn just shrugged and finished her lunch. Their break was almost over and she had already lost interest in the meat question.

Maybe that was why she didn’t noticed that Aria had snatched every other sausage from her plate.

Dawn’s next assignement was in the workshop itself. The last orders were already finished and on their way, now it was her job to go in there to clean all the rubble out. This promised to be far more physically taxing than the household work she had done before, but the red girl was excited to see what the workshop looked like.

It did not disappoint her. A nice spacious room, with two pedestals of sorts, where she guessed larger stone would be carved into statues or similar. Around them were wall-mounted grids with all manner of tools, from electronical to more classical options. Several workbenches complete with stools made a sort of circle around the pedestals in the room’s center.

Small stones and debris were scattered all over, at some spots completely covering the floor, and they crunched beneath her work boots. A sort of dust covered the work places, muting the colour of the furniture. This was what Dawn could see, as she walked through the workshop at a slow pace. What, or rather who, she could not see right now was Marble, who was supposed to be here too.

“Marble, are you here?“ Dawn asked into the room. Instead of an answer she just heard a shuffling on her right, as well as the sound of boots on the gravel. It wasn’t hard to pinpoint Marble’s exact location, since there was not that much cover for her in any direction.

Still, Dawn decided to refrain from going too close. Limestone had recommended that, and Dawn didn't need to be overly smart to understand the hidden warning. But unfortunately, she had to tidy up this place, and with this stand-of things would get a bit more complicated.

“Uhm… Igneous told me to clean the workshop with you, if it's alright I would just do that and you can… do what you want to?“ Uncertainty was almost radiating from both of them. After a few seconds a fast blur shot out from behind the workbench, flying in a high arc before clacking against the thick wooden wall further on Dawn’s right.

The red girl hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to put this, until a second blur went in roughly the same direction as the first, also producing a resounding clack. When Dawn turned her head into the direction of the shots, she could see a wall cabinet besides the entrance shutter, with several buckets and brooms and other cleaning utensils.

“Alright then, I will just clean here then. I uh, I’ll try not to disturb you.“

Over the next couple hours, Dawn slowly cleaned the floor of the workshop from any rubble that remained. It was rather tedious and slow work, but also rythmic and if she were honest it was nice to do. During this, Marble never once showed herself, although the girl was far from useless.

It was actually amazing how fast and sneaky she could move. All the while she was directing her redhead-assistant, showing her trhough several piles of rubble that the bigger stones were to be kept divided by their types, judging from the visual differences. Dawn was sure that there were books and countless information to determine what was what, but right now she simply followed the instructions and soon several piles of differently coloured stone stood proud in the workshop.

Marble had also at some point managed to obtain a bucket, filled it with water and soap, and started to clean the workbenches one by one. Dawn found it difficult at first, since the grey girl would only clean when not being seen, but soon she just started to sweep in coordination with her. While Dawn was clearing one side, Marble was cleaning the bench on the opposite side. To ensure that she did not accidently spot and thus scare the shy Pie, Dawn started to whistle little melodies that she remembered from her singing with snowflake everytime she began to move around, so the girl knew when the other's back was turned or not. This tactic seemed to work well, as the place got cleaner with each minute passing by.

The rubble had been swept into small mountains that sprouted all over the floor, now it was time to collect it and be done. Large sacks were used for this task. Dawn very quickly got very glad that as of now, her orders were to simply put them outside of the workshop. Those sacks got too heavy way too fast.

But she managed and so the mountains vanished. One, then two, then two more, then three more and so on. It took quite a bit of time and a lot of sweat, Dawn had already stripped herself to the working trousers and the shirt after hauling the first one away. During this she could not really pay attention to what her co-worker was up to. But at the last she was finally done.

Sweating profusly, her arms straining after all the hard work, Dawn slumped down against the side of one of the benches to catch her breath.

A rhytmic knocking coming from the other side startled her, before she realized that it could only be Marble Pie.

“Eh, hey.“

Nothing.

“Are… are we done?“

One knock.

“That means yes?“

One knock again.

“Does that mean yes?“

One knock. This one sounded frustrated, if that was even possible.

“Can‘t you just say even a bit?“ Dawn asked.

Two knocks, without the slightest hesitation.

“Guess that means no.“

One knock.

“Figured.“ Dawn sighed.

A pause. The red girl could hear muffled rumaging on the other side.

“Sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable.“

No response.

“How do you even go out in public? No offense meant but, when you’re this uneasy with only one person.“ Dawn said, mostly to herself at this point. The noise got a bit louder for a moment. Then something slided down the floor at Dawn’s right side. A little block of papers. The upmost note had words scribbled onto it.

I manage shw

L is good 2 have near

not many look a me, feel invisible

persnl is more difficult

specially when in persnl space

sry

“Oh. You don’t have to be sorry, you know? If you’re scared of people thats okay, I guess. I should be sorry, I did not know when I tried to speak to you in the mall. That must have been hard for you. I am really sorry for that.“ Dawn read the short note again before sliding the block back to Marble.

“And you’ve got Limestone with you. I mean, I don’t even know you for that long, but I know that she cares a lot about you. And she also cares about Aria, I think.“

Dawn was sure she heard a “Mhm“ from the other side. It was actually really cute.

As silence stretched out again, Marble seemed to start working on something. It may have been something with stone, but Dawn could not be sure. With nothing left to do, her mind started to wander and wonder.

“Hey… Marble?“ The clicking sound stopped, leaving the red girl to assume that the other was listening.

“I don’t want to intrude… I mean really, it has been only a couple of days since I even met Aria, or you and Limestone, or since I recall anything… but, I’ve noticed a few things with Aria. I, uhm… when we were getting clothes for me, she sort of just… slipped away. I mean like, she just stood there and looked bored, as if she just waited for me to get it done. But then she reacted so… weird, when she saw that I was lost. Like, she was just realizing that something was wrong… or different or something.“ Dawn sighed frustrated.

“I don’t know how to say it. She… she just acts like she is expecting something else to happen, like a routine. But when she notices it, she is lost? I really don’t want to ask her, because I don’t want to cause her trouble or something and we don’t even know eachother that much but-“

The noteblock slided to her again. Dawn was surprised to find not the short texts from before, but a small paragraph in a gentle, curley handwriting.

We do care about Aria, and she cares about us. Lime and me helped her a lot since we met her, about 1 ½ months ago. She was in a bad situation then, is doing better now, working helps keep her mind straight. Its good that you’re respecting her privacy, but don’t worry. She cares about you, trust me. Aria can be even grumpier and more hostile than Lime at times, but she wouldn’t have given you this opportunity if she didn’t like you. She was a bit lonely in her home.

Thank you for understanding. Her privacy, but also my things. This is as much as I can say right now.

She did not know how to feel after that. This told her nothing and a lot at the same time. Sliding back the block, she loosened her red and gold hair from the working-ponytail she had for this task.

More minutes ticked by, accompanied by the rythimc sounds of Marble working. Dawn continued to think about all she knew, about Aria, about herself. It was frustratingly little.

Even worse, a small piece of doubt began to worm itself into her mind. If Aria had been in a bad place, was that why she had been in the hospital? If so, and with her former roommate's recent depature, Aria had to deal with a lot. Would she even want to be Dawn's friend now?

Her thought process was interrupted however, when three rock were pushed over the concrete floor right beside her. Each was of a nice reddish colour and looked smooth. A small note laid besides them, this one also in Marble’s handwriting.

It’s spinel. Very beautiful when you know how to work it. Just a little thx for the work and for you being so understanding with me. I found them in the rest and they reminded me of your colour.

Dawn took the three stones and turned them in her fingers, as a small, genuine smile formed on her face.

“Thank you Marble.“

Her eyes fell upon the clock and she realized that it was already starting to get a little late. Standing up from her, admittedly not very comfortable sitting place, Dawn got an idea.

“Marble? Would it be okay if I make them into a little gift for Aria? I-“ A giggling sound eminated from where Marble was, which Dawn took as a positive answer.

“Thank you, for everything really."

Author's Note

Here we have Dawn slowly living into her new life and having nice moments with nice people.
And also the burning question her standing with Aria, and Aria's own little problems, but mostly nice moments.

Little important note here: since I am going into the mountains for vacation for the next two weeks, you'll have to wait double the time for the next chapter. I know, I'm sorry.
Good thing is that the next one will be a bit bigger and have some important moments. Also I will be able to write more chapters while on vacation, which is good.

Otherwise, hope you'll have a nice day, and week.
Bye.