What the bitch, Reggie. Your bars are all green. Why are you screaming.
Scarlett brings Petra with him to see a free show at the thea-- what have you done to your hair, Scarlett!
Greta is pretty sure she and her husband lived out of tiny suitcases for a long time, so his sudden willingness to start hoarding cheap beach-themed junk is causing her to worry for the state of his mental health.
Not that she has much room to judge.
Just the wind, Greta.
The house is looking better with more color... but brown/green all over the toilet was not the look they were going for.
Stop it, Scarlett. You promised yourself you wouldn't be a horrible father.
NOW what are you doing?
Petra ages up.
"I get to go to school today," she tells Reggie. "You have to stay home and be bored."
Unfortunately, Petra's first day of school is canceled due to heavy snow.
Greta tries to console her daughter by going outside and playing the "snowball fight" game.
Petra is bowled over by a single snowball.
Greta's mother was pretty lightweight, too, she remembers.
The community gardens has a winter celebration festival set up, but it's snowing so hard, only the Goldbeard family ventures there today. (And that's how Greta prefers it.)
Holy shit, kid, catching that much air at your age has got to be illegal.
It's fine to leave Reggie waist deep in the snow. He already has cartoonish, deathly blue skin.
"Dad, watch this!"
After snowboarding and skating, and refusing to buy overpriced food, the festival grounds seem kind of boring so the family goes home. Greta rushes inside to warm up, while Scarlett and Petra build a snowman in the front yard.
"It never snowed where I grew up," he tells her. "In fact, there wasn't weather in my sector at all."
"That's so weird, Dad."
You can't tell from this picture, but the family is watching Cookin' Cable together. Probably because Petra is sick of all the yogurt and salad.
The telly is hanging on the wall they are facing.
Sometime after midnight, Petra sneaks downstairs for a snack, and finds her mother shooting magic at the oven.
"What the eff, Mom?!"
"I'm casting an enchantment on it," Greta explains. "So it won't be able to burn the house down."
This wasn't the time or place Greta planned to tell her daughter about magic, but this is the time and place it is happening.
Petra listens to her mother talk about being a mage and a half-elf or something, and about being certain she was going on a quest of some kind, perhaps a very important one, only she's forgotten where she was going and...
"Mom, this is the worst bedtime story ever."
Etc.: Greta, if you are part elf, where are your pointy ears? Seriously.