once. The crash landing thing.

She had barged into his life out of nowhere, making it weirder and wilder than it had any right being, putting him in mortal peril, more than once. But she had grown since then. She had matured. Marco himself had taught her early on why that had been bad, and she had learned that lesson well enough. So why was he now acting like he didn't know any better? Like he was just as clueless as she had been almost a year ago. She was nothing like that anymore. Nor did she wish to be.

When danger came to her for real, when darkness closed in, she had tried to protect Marco, to run away, so that Toffee would not go after him, the personshe cared about the most. She had princessed up, told him how she felt at the time, and then left Earth to keep him safe. Yet he came back for her. He rushed to Mewni to help her, or at least to accompany her as she fought Toffee. To be by her side, to be her best friend.

Eventually, of course, he had to go back home, and she had decided that she needed to stay in her own. Mewni needed her. It needed everyone who was willing to help repair the damage Toffee had caused. Marco had business elsewhere, and thus he left, with many things left unsaid between them.

Instead, months later, he stammered, "Yeah... um, cool. Wow, heh. Check out all these stairs. Sure are a lot."

Yes,