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“I didn’t even know you two have gotten close.”
Huey couldn't hide his curiosity as Dewey barged into their room, excitedly announcing he was hanging out with Violet later that day. Louie barely glanced up from his phone, but Huey was intrigued. It wasn't unusual for them to spend time with friends, but lately, Dewey and Violet seemed particularly close.
“Oh yeah,” Dewey recalled. “It kinda started when me and Launchpad went to this film festival in St. Canard. Turns out that Alistair guy got another chance at making a Darkwing Duck movie and was doing a Q&A. But I'm telling you, he totally ignored all my questions," he grumbled, clearly still miffed.
"Violet and her dad were there, too. Turns out her dad's also a fan. Even the original Darkwing Duck cast was there to answer questions—except for that guy who used to be Darkwing on the show. We thought he died but he ended up crashing the event for revenge."
“What?” Huey's eyes popped wide open.
"Don't worry, everything worked out," Dewey continued, brushing off Huey's shock. "You should've seen Violet with that prop hatchet, though. Oh, and the lady who played the witch? She actually is one! Violet was so excited."
Violet had always been eager to learn more, especially in all things magic, so it wasn't that surprising that she practically (for her) begged Morgana to be a mentor for her and Lena and Webby. He was happy for her to have found someone willing to teach
her considering that Magica was a definite no-go in that area; he already had it confirmed that she'd be a terrible teacher anyway.
Dewey snapped back to the present. "Anyway, since then, we've been hanging out whenever we weren't busy," he started to count off on his fingers. "Me with adventuring with Uncle Scrooge and trying to keep Dewey-Dew-Night entertaining for my audience. Her with her Junior Woodchuck stuff, her new apprenticeship with Morgana, and pretty much researching everything.”
“Yeah, Violet is pretty cool,” Louie finally joined the conversation, thinking back to his own side quest he had with the hummingbird. But his eyes shifted to Huey, who was practically buzzing with excitement.
“I know, right? She’s great and always find ways that would help 'stimulate my mind.' We’d even go to Funso's or down to the pier and challenge each other in these mini contests,” Dewey sighed. “I used to think she wouldn't want to hang out with me solo, but I'm glad I was wrong because she's just really fun to be around.”
“Oh really,” Huey grinned at Dewey eagerly. “Why don’t you-” Huey was cut off when Louie sent an elbow to his stomach.
“What was that about?” Dewey asked, suspicious.
“Nothing!” Louie quickly shut Huey's beak with his hand. “Hey, shouldn't you get going? You don't want to be late for whatever thing you have with Violet, right?”
Dewey eyed them both for a moment but shrugged it off. They were both acting strange, but then again, when have their family ever been normal? He'd probably ask Violet about it later; she was just as good at reading people as Louie.
"Don't wait up!" Dewey shouted before taking off, leaving Huey and Louie locked in a fierce stare-down, each daring the other to back down from the challenge that had been set.