Prism sat in the main car of the Spectrum, clenching her glowing shard with one hand. The Twilighter Council hadn't thought to attack MichinoHoshi just yet. Even if they did, the Guardians would definitely be able to hold them off until their princess arrived.

It was rather fortunate, too, for she felt obligated to remain on the Spectrum for some reason. She herself didn't understand why, but perhaps it was because of the boy. She looked up as Ian asked her for the umpteenth time if she needed anything, answered no, and watched him walk away whistling a tune that was vaguely familiar, but slipped her mind.

Prism stretched out her wings, yawning. "What a bore." she muttered in hoshian, before walking towards the kitchen to get something to drink. Ian saw her get up and volunteered to deliver it to her instead.

"No, that's okay." the hoshian muttered. "It's as much exercise as I've been getting lately anyway."

"No, please, Princess...I insist." Ian raised his hands. "Dr. Pepper, right?"

Prism blinked.

"...Hey, how did you know my favorite drink is Dr. Pepper?!" Ian smiled and shrugged.

"Who doesn't?" The boy replied with a shrug, walking towards the kitchen. Prism paused for a moment, stroking her chin.

"You have a point there." She nodded, following him to the kitchen. Hey, the train was almost empty at this point, and she could use the company.

This chapter is in no way affiliated with the Dr. Pepper Company and was only written to give the reader some insight on the boring goings-on of their "favorite character" Prismaya. Any attempt to consider this a real chapter is worthy of a smack in the face. We now bring you to your regularly scheduled programming....