[for ned & crews]
The facts were these: sometimes when life gave you lemons, the idea of making lemonade was just so bitter that it was not bittersweet, but rather sad instead. In the case of Charlotte Charles, having woken to find that Pigby, beloved porcine pet of one beloved friend Olive Snooke was curled around Digby in the front room of Ned and Chuck's hut rather than Olive's, she knew that something was amiss. These were not the sort of lemons that could be turned into lemonade or even lemon meringue pie, but rather the sort that needed to be cried over and then buried outside in the hopes that they could grow a lemon tree.
None of these things, however, would bring the petite waitress back to them of that Chuck was certain, no matter how much she wished it were so. For just like Carla Jean before her, Olive Snook had gone back to where she came or maybe somewhere happier, full of ponies and pie and mysteries to be solved and for that Chuck couldn't be grudge her, even if she wanted to. Unfortunately, there were people besides just her that needed to be told and that was something that she wished weren't so.
None of these things, however, would bring the petite waitress back to them of that Chuck was certain, no matter how much she wished it were so. For just like Carla Jean before her, Olive Snook had gone back to where she came or maybe somewhere happier, full of ponies and pie and mysteries to be solved and for that Chuck couldn't be grudge her, even if she wanted to. Unfortunately, there were people besides just her that needed to be told and that was something that she wished weren't so.