At Little Daisy Cafe, Althea smiled to see a lot of customers than Mitzi ever expected thanks to her cooking. Ivy was drinking a cup with glimmers in her eyes.

"Mmm! What is this delicious stuff?" she asked.

"That is Frappuccino. It's actually an easier drink to make at home. It's actually one of my favorite coffee I like to drink." Althea said, cooking up the pancakes before serving it to the customer. "Here you go, Miss."

"Why thank you, dear." she said before cutting the pancakes.

Althea nodded and adjusted her hat to make sure the veil is covering her face good before heading back. She then starts cooking something as Ivy watches in awe.

"What are you cooking now?"

"Let's just say I want to try something that my grandma have taught me."

Althea starts lining a rimmed baking sheet with paper towels then brings out a medium bowl.

"Pass me a flour, baking powder, sugar, salt, and apple pie spice."

Ivy nodded and brought out all the ingredients she asked for from the pantry shelf. Althea whisk them all together and then diced the apples before tossing in the flour mixture. She then whisk together milk, eggs, vanilla in a 2 cup measuring cup. Then stir carefully into the flour mixture with a spatula until combined. Althea nodded to Ivy as she help pour oil into a deep skillet oven over medium and heat to 350 degrees as she instructed her to do. Using two tablespoons, Althea scooped 5 or 6 scoops of batter into the heated oil and cooked about 3 minutes on each side until they're golden brown and cooked through. She removed the skillet oven with a slotted spoon and placed on lined baking sheet to drain. Whisk together confectioner's sugar, milk and apple cider until smooth. Althea helped Ivy drizzle 1 teaspoon of glaze over each and ally hem to rest about 8 to 10 minutes. Ivy and Mitzi drooled at the smell as they look down at the new cook.

"Here is one of the delicious desserts that are perfect fall treat. Apple Fritters." Althea happily introduced. "Careful. They're still hot."

Ivy carefully blow the fritter to cool down the heat before taking a bite. Her eyes widened at the taste and immediately fell in bliss.

"S-So good!!"

Mitzi tried it next and closed her eyes with a sigh.

"Mm... Your cooking and drink making skills surely did a good work in bringing a lot of people to come here. But would it be enough?" Mitzi said, frowning and looking at the newspaper.

Ivy and Althea noticed and gets concerned.

"Did you finish figuring expenses?" Ivy asked.

Mitzi frowned.

"No. As far as the reading goes, the ledger is too depressing. I decided to read the obituaries instead."

She looked up at Ivy.

"When you get a little older, you'll discover the only difference between tragedy and comedy is whether it happens to you or someone else."

Althea frowned at that, thinking she's referring to her husband. Mitzi pointed at something that caught her eyes while eating the apple fritter.

"Oh, look. Wick is in the paper today."

"In the obituaries?" Ivy asked.

"Who??" Althea asked.

"The business section, sweetie. And Wick is a friend of mine, Althea. Apparently, he's doing rather well for himself lately. I suppose not all news is bad n—"

THUNK!

They turned to see Rocky on the glass, looking messy and beaten up.

"Oh my!" Althea gasped, covering her mouth.

Rocky walked in without care as he greeted them.

"Good afternoon, ladies! It's a lovely day out there... for an extraordinary long walk..."

Althea rushed over to him.

"Are you alright?! You look hurt!"

"It's fine. I'm fine."

"You sure? You look like you just yourself a beat down."

"Where have you been all day?" Mitzi asked, raising her eyebrow. "That was supposed to be a brief rendezvous."

"I'm sorry, Miss M. Some of the locals insinuated on seeing me reenact 'The Perils of Pauline'." Rocky said with a frown.

Althea takes him by the arm.

"Let's get you cleaned up and patched."

She tried to move him when he noticed the elders sitting the table.

"Oh! Customers! I didn't realize we actually served anyone here. And there's a lot. Hello. How is your lunch? Are you enjoying your lunch? Or would you say it's more of an early dinner?"

"Rocky..." Althea sweatdropped, seeing how uncomfortable the customers are.

Ivy pulled him over.

"Rocky, you know how much you frighten the elderly. Come talk to us over here."

As Ivy pulled Rocky away from them, Althea turned to the elderly couple.

"I'm terribly sorry about our friend. Anything you need?" she apologized.

"It's alright, dear. He look like he had a rough day." the elder cat woman said.

"Right... Just let me know if you need anything."

They nodded as Althea head back to Rocky, Ivy, and Mitzi.

"We're in need of any business we can get. Finances have her looking to dead people for a laugh." Ivy informed Rocky. "Although Althea's great cooking did bring a lot of people, so it's a good start."

"Oh, well, knowing Kehoe, that freight has an unusually high content of embalming fluid anyway." Mitzi frowned, leaning against the table.

Rocky sees that and tries to cheer her up.

"No, no! You misunderstand! Despite appearances, Miss M., today has been a, uh, unequivocal success. I just... need to find the car."

"Oh, honey, you lost the car? It's all we have left besides that old truck. I had to sell the rest." Mitzi said.

"Really? Finance is that bad?" Althea frowned.

"You have no idea..."

"Don't worry. If I can just borrow a certain surely Slovak for a bit, I'll get it right back. There'll be plenty of embalming fluid to go around tomorrow night." Rocky said, cleaning his face with a napkin.

Mitzi waved them over.

"Check in the garage. Ivy, you go along too. Viktor will be less likely to throttle him in your presence."

"Sure!" Ivy said, pushing Rocky out.

Althea frowned to see Mitzi looking so gloomy and sat down next to her.

"Everything okay, Miss May?"

"I'm not the cause of my husband's death..." Mitzi said, touching her necklace.

"I know it wasn't you. I believe you. I have enough money to help you with your money problems. With my cooking and drinking skills, you won't have any problem. Heck, it might bring back Lackadaisy on live again."

Mitzi smiled up at her.

"You're a sweet girl. But you don't have to do that. It's very kind of you to help, but I don't need your money. You earned it. Your skills are just as helpful than money."

Althea smiled back at her and brought out the tray of apple fritters.

"Want some more? I was going to give some to the customers for free."

"Sure." she said, taking another bite of the fritter.

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Later that night, Althea is leaning against the railing of the bridge, looking over the city and thinking about her home and her family and how they're doing. Suddenly, she was cut off by a familiar voice.

"Old man river!"

She looked to the side to see Rocky leaning against the railing of the bridge besides her as he looks down the river.

"That seems too austere a names for something made of mirth and rage. O, roiling red-blooded river vein, if chief among your traits is age, you're a wily, convoluted sage." he continued. "Is 'old' the thing to call what rings the vernal heart of wester-lore: what brings us brassy myth-made kings..."

He leans away to see a dragonfly flying past him, which made her giggle silently.

"...(and preponderance of bug-type things) to challenge titans come before? Demiurge to a try at Avalon-one-more!"

Rocky then stands on top of the railing, catching the attention from the people in bus.

"And what August Vitality in your wide aorta stream you must have had to oversee alchemic change of timber beam to iron, brick and engine steam! Your umber whiskey waters lance the prideful, sober sovereignty of faulty-haloed temperance and wilt her self-sure countenance: yes righteousness is vanity, but your sport's for imps, not elderly."

Althea was amazed at the way he speaks as he holds onto the pole next to him. She glanced over and noticed a cop staring at Rocky, judging. She quickly pulled out a hat veil and placed it on her head before he could see her face. Rocky continued his poem, removing his hat.

"So if there's a name for migrant mass of veteran frivolity that snakes through seas of prairie grass and groves of summer sassafrass, a name that flows as roughishly as gypsy waters, fast and free, it's your real name, Mississippi." he ended with a bow.

He then grinned down at the still judgmental cop.

"Encore?"

That is her cue as Althea comes over and pulls him down from the railing.

"Sorry about my friend. He just loves expressing himself through poems."

"You better keep him out of trouble. He's... crazy."

"No problem, sir."

Althea then took Rocky back to the cafe as she lead him down to the lounge.

"You know that was a good poetry you spoke about Mississippi." she said, surprising him.

"Really?!" he beamed.

"Yeah. It was rather interesting the way you speak."

Rocky smiles and rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Well, it's kinda like my hobby."

Althea nods with a hum as she opens the secret entrance to the underground lounge. She opens the door after greeting Horatio. She sighs in bliss at the sight of the place and notices there's not that much going on besides the band just lying down on stage, looking bored and... sad. Althea walks over to them with Rocky following behind.

"Hey, guys. Got any songs you're going to play?" she greeted.

"Nope. Just none." Zib said with a blank look.

"Really? Don't you guys play something maybe to cheer you guys up? Or something?"

"I can help with my violin play, but I left it at home." Rocky suggested.

"The only thing that could make us happy is having an audience to watch our play, but you already know the reason there's hardly anybody here." Zib said, gesturing to the empty lounge.

The band behind him nod in agreement. Althea frowned, not knowing it would be this bad to get those people who used to play would be like this. She tapped her chin with a thoughtful look before snapping her fingers.

"What if I play and you guys be my audience?"

This surprised them, including Rocky as they all turned to her.

"You play??" Ben asked.

"Yeah. I used to play violin back in high school for my school play. It's kinda like my hobby but I love playing violin." Althea explained.

"Really?! I love playing violin, too!" Rocky exclaimed with excitement.

"You really think you can?" Zib asked.

"Yeah. I'm kinda a little rusty, but I want to give it a try. Maybe it could help you guys inspire music again."

Zib and the band look at each other for a moment before nodding and turning to her.

"Show us what you got, kid."

Smiling, she nodded and walked up to the stage as the band gets off of it. She pulls out her Andriod phone and types on screen, which confuses the cats on what was she doing, as she searches her song playlist before finding what she was looking for before she playing it and placing it down and grabbing the violin.

As she plays, she moves her body gracefully as she dances to the beat while holding onto the violin without making a mistake, which shocked them. Little did they know, Horatio was there as he took a look inside and was surprised at how good Althea is with her violin. Viktor was just coming down and happened to see Althea. He stopped and slowly walked behind Rocky, Zib, and the band to watch her. Althea was so lost in the music as she imagines her own shadow playing and dancing with the violin. 

Mitzi happened to be there in the corner, watching her play as she starts visioning everyone in the lounge watching Althea play in her beautiful dress with Rocky, Zib, and the band playing besides her with the crowd cheering. She smiles, twiddling her necklace. Althea then finishes with a smile, glancing at her own shadow that wasn't dancing anymore. Claps were heard along with a big one as Rocky and others finally noticed Viktor and were shocked that he was here.

"That was amazing!!" Rocky exclaimed, turning to Zib. "Can we have her as part of our band??"

"She does have music talent, so I don't see why not." Zib shrugged, much to Rocky and Althea's glee.

"She does." the band nodded with agreement.

Viktor gives her a small smile, which she smiles back at him.

"I will gladly teach you some new songs that could get a few audience." Althea suggested, placing the violin down.

"Teach us then, kid."

With that, Althea and others bond as she teaches them some songs she knows while helping Rocky with a violin play. She even taught Viktor other more drinks for him to mix as she writes him the recipes for each.