Wednesday never understood how her mother could befriend a vampire and never once react to the obvious fact that wasn't wine in Lily's glass- she always just shook her head and poured more from the special decanter Mrs. Munster presented her.

She hadn't thought of those visits in years- she hadn't needed to since they'd stopped once Lily got busy and Morticia had to focus more on the house.

Now, as she stood surrounded by the black roses, she shook her head as she noticed the woman stepping into the parlor. She hadn't told Lily of her mother's passing and yet...

"My Dear Wednesday, I am so sorry to hear about Morticia. She was a dear friend- up until the end. We go all the way back." Lily, still looking as young as she had all those years ago, opened her arms and willed Wednesday to accept the hug.

Against her better judgment, Wednesday accepted the embrace. Mrs. Munster still smelled of roses, just as she had all those years earlier.

"Thank you for coming..."