How are you?

It's nice to meet you.

Are you new in town?

Welcome.

That's how someone typically meets someone, right? You see them, you engage them, and if they engage you back, you talk to them. Talking leads to a conversation, a conversation leads to you sharing latest events, and that leads to you completing what people call "meet and greets". It's pretty simple when you get right down to it.

Walk up.

Greet.

Converse.

Meet.

Follow those four steps, and you have yourself a fresh face to add to the catalog of people you know. At least, that's how it normally works, isn't it? I mean, that's how it should work. But, then you come across people that don't meet-and-greet like the rest of the world. They like to shake up the structure of how people normally live and try to make things more and more abstract or different wherever they go. These are the Lyra's of the world. People not satisfied with just saying "hello". These people feel the need to jump on your back and refuse to get off until you greet them... Which isn't a metaphor or figure of speech or anything like that. I've noted several times where I would see Lyra clinging to the backs of people like some unnatural growth until they said "hi" to her.

Why am I bringing this up? Well, because I didn't meet Lyra through a normal "meet-and-greet". I met her at a young age when she kissed my cheek. She was the first person to greet me that day... The first kid in the entire school to make contact with me... And she did it by kissing me. This fact is very important because it was in that one moment my entire life shifted and spiraled. Spiraling up or down is for an observer to decide. After getting to know Lyra, ups and downs didn't normally exist the way I once saw them.

Heh. I'm off topic, aren't I? In fact, I don't think I even have a topic. Some would call me someone who's always on the ball and composed. I'm practical, attentive, straight forward... Boring. Yet, here I am. I haven't a clue what I'm talking about or where I'm going with this; but I'm still going. I wonder if that bores people. Lyra doesn't seem to get bored when I go off like this. But, it's hard to guess what's going on in Lyra's head.

My name's Bon Bon by the way. Middle child among my flock of sisters. They're much more interesting compared to me. A gardener who grows flowers as much as weeds, a member of the security detail for the mayor, a renowned voice actress and ventriloquist; my sisters are extraordinary. Me? Well I'm Bon Bon. I grocery shop on the weekends, visit my parents every other week, clean up my sisters' house once a week, help out at Sugarcube Corner every other day, and take a little time to practice my hobbies whenever I can. I never really wanted a life of excitement or thrills... In fact, I think I wound up with the perfect life for myself.

That life also includes my wife, Lyra. Lyra's a special sort... I don't think I need to tell you that, though. I mean, I remember there was a month where the local paper was printing a Lyra column just telling people what she was doing the day before. Throwing cabbages in fireplaces, burying wheels of cheese around town, shooting the mayor with a BB gun while she was giving a speech... That one I never understood. The cabbages and cheese made sense to me after Lyra explained them to me, but the shooting never really panned out in my head. To an outsider looking in, Lyra could possibly seem a bit... Unhinged. Some would say she's even crazy!

But, I know better... I know she's crazy. I know she's unhinged. I don't have to guess at it or speculate. I know exactly what she is. She's a Lyra. I can't really explain her to you... It's more complicated then I as her wife could even tell you.

Speaking of me being her wife, guess what. Our anniversary's coming up. I'm really excited for this. It's our first real celebration since we moved into our own house. A cute, quaint little place that's just my style. I like it because of the size and location, Lyra likes it because... Well... I don't really know why Lyra likes it so much. But, she does as far as I can tell. I suppose that's all that matters in the end, right? She likes it, I like it; we're happy. Anyway, since we moved in, this will be our first anniversary. Yay.

I've already picked out an adorable little gift for it. But, no clues as to what it is. It's top secret... It's a piano. I spoiled the surprise. Oh well. Our old piano is just that, old. Some of the keys don't play as well, one of the pedals stick, and it just looks its age. But, it's Lyra's favorite instrument next to her trusty lyre. She inherited it from her mother... Who's still alive. So, I guess it's not "inherited" but rather "passed down". No... That doesn't sound right either... Either way, she would never replace it herself, so I got her a new one and set aside a nice area for her to put the old piano for safe keeping. She'll love it!

But... I wonder what she has for me. It won't be anything physical, I know that. Lyra's not a material gift giver. It'll be something abstract... Something that I can't touch, but will touch me... Oh, I guess I'll find out soon enough. I'm sure she put months of work into it. She never forgets a date. Cheeky little Lyra. Heh.