"How much longer is this going to take?" Grif grumbled as he lay on his back, staring at the ceiling out of boredom.
"You've been sitting there for maybe five minutes, Grif," Simmons sighed. "She probably has thirty times the amounts of notes as I did, and it took me a lot longer than this to look through my small amount."
"But it's boring," he complained.
"Then go to sleep and I'll wake you up when she finds something."
"I can't just go to sleep with food on my mind..."
"If that was true, you'd never fall asleep because your mind is always thinking about food."
"Hey, I can think about other stuff. Besides, I usually think about food that I eat before I go to bed. When I think bacon, I think about waking up, and that makes me restless. And I can't just stop thinking about bacon, because, well, it's fucking bacon. Bacon is tits. It's like, imagine if God was running on a cloud, then tripped and skinned his knee. Then think of that knee skin falling down where people can find it, cook it up, then eat it. Now imagine something eighty times better than what that would be like and you have bacon."
"So you're really excited for it, huh?" Simmons asked.
"The only things I've ever been any more excited for are the day Sarge dies of old age, and the day I get more oreos," Grif said, then glanced back to Zecora. "That makes bacon flavored anything the third thing I get the most excited for."
"What if, hear me out on this one, the fruit didn't taste like bacon?" Simmons asked, and Grif gave him an intensely passive-aggressive stare.
"Then I'd probably find a way to exact revenge on you in the most horrifying of ways. I'd get O'Malley, Gary and anybody else who could help to make a plan to ruin your life so you would never recover from it."
"Then it's a good thing it totally tastes like bacon," Simmons said quickly, forcing out a high-pitched, nervous laugh, not wanting Grif to direct the fragments' attention towards him.
"Glad to hear it."
"Aha, I believe I have found what you are looking for," Zecora said, squinting at the paper. "It was a rather rare flower known to have unique spores. The spores are said to help the user achieve success, but only when they help relieve others of duress."
"And that means?" Grif inquired.
"I believe she means it is a do good things, good things will happen to you flower," Delta noted flatly. "That information sounds rather ill-informed, however. Luck is a cosmic chance, not something that can be granted to you by a four leaf clover or a rabbit's foot."
"Did you not once believe the same thing about your magical capability?" Zecora retorted curiously. "In a world filled with magic, can luck not be a possibility?"
"There is a difference between luck and magic. While I do believe in some form of magic now, it is because I have seen proof that it exists. Proof that one can learn to use it. While I have seen events happen that some may consider lucky, I have never seen or heard of an object that can actually grant luck. Luck itself is simply chance. A belief. Not an essence or an aura that one can manipulate."
"Not to ruin your discussion, but how old is that flower, and is it possible to somehow grow more of them?"
"The age of this particular flower, I am not sure, but the fact that is long extinct is something I can reassure. As to whether or not you can bring it back to life, I am certain you can, but I believe that doing so may not be the best of plans."
"Why not? I mean, if this flower really does somehow grant luck, why wouldn't we do it?"
"It was not by luck that this kind of flower became lost and forgotten. It was stomped out by the good, to prevent luck for the rotten. Ones with questionable morals often used it for wrong-doing, and with luck on their side, it was often hard to bring about their undoing."
"But I thought Delta just said that you had to be nice to others for it to take effect on you."
"Sometimes what is good for one may not be good for another," Delta said slowly. "One could simply do harm to one in the name of someone else."
"What do you mean?"
"Let us say, if you will, somebody happened to bump into Gamma, causing him to fall over and get harmed. One such as Omega could then hurt them severely, but because they did Gamma wrong, he would be doing something that may be believed to be right. Then the flower would be able to, again, assuming it would work, give him luck in something else that he would undoubtedly use towards something wrong."
"Yeah, that's really interesting," Grif yawned, showing just how much interest he had on the subject. "Whelp, we found out what this flower is. Hallelujah, what a fabulous day, I'll remember it always. Can we go now?"
"Hang on a second, Grif," Simmons said, both out of hesitation and curiosity as he looked towards the zebra. "If that flower has been extinct for a while, how do you have all that information about it in your notes?"
"Much of this has been documented throughout the generations by my family line. I come from a long heritage of zebras interested in leaf, bark, sap and vine."
"Well, that explains that mystery," Grif said. Trotting next to Zecora, he grabbed the flower with his teeth and tossed it at Simmons. "Now time for my scooby snack."
"Fine," Simmons sighed as he put the flower on his back, knowing he'd have to find out eventually. "Come on, Delta. We'll come back later so you can catch up with Zecora after he is full."
"Very well. Thank you for helping us with the flower," Delta said, bowing his head to his friend. "Perhaps I will look through your family's notes when we get back."
"I am all too happy to give you the answers you seek," she said with a small, coy smile. "And perhaps this time it will not be months until we next speak."
"I certainly hope not," he said, giving an awkward smile back before leaving with Simmons and Grif.
"Lead the way," Grif said as they walked out the door.
"Certainly," Delta said with a nod, setting a quick pace down the dirt path. "I must urge you to stay close. We will occasionally have to go off the path to get to our destination, and it is often dark there, no matter the time of day."
"Well, if it's too dangerous, maybe we shouldn't go," Simmons suggested, turning around to walk away, only to bump into Grif.
"You can go if you want, but I'm gonna to keep going," Grif said, walking past him to get closer to Delta. "And with all the creatures in here that are probably watching us, I'd tag along if I were you, otherwise you're walking back alone."
"Is it really worth all this trouble?"
"You put just as much work towards finding out what that stupid flower is, and you can't even eat it, so you're damn right it's worth the trouble," Grif said, nodding at Delta.
Delta nodded back and continued walking down the continually darkening path with Grif following suit. As Simmons got up, he heard the sound of a branch snapping nearby.
"I have a bad feeling about this," Simmons complained, zipping towards the others, not wanting to be left behind.