This tiny cottage on the tiny planet felt so close to the stars. But this wasn't Rosalina's cottage, and because of that she felt as if she had outstayed her welcome.

The cottage was occupied by an old woman named Chemoise, which Rosalina thought sounded like the name of an article of clothing.

Rosalina had stopped by to smell the flowers growing outside (something she hadn't done in a long time) and Chemoise had stuck out her head and offered her a cup of tea, which she accepted. The Lumas could wait outside, with the occasional starfall of star bits to keep them happy.

But that was a few hours ago, and Chemoise had launched into an interesting story about the time a man in a green hat became stuck on her roof, but Rosalina wasn't really listening. She felt awkward being in the scarcely furnished house, which felt like a relic from a century long gone. It was so old that there wasn't even electricity.

"I think it's time I go..." she said delicately.

Chemoise turned to glance out the window, at the starry sky beyond. "Oh, nonsense dear. There's plenty of time before bedtime, why don't you stay for dinner, even?"

Her words, along with the idea of this obviously impoverished woman sharing her rations with a total stranger, didn't sit well with Rosalina. She felt like an intruder enough as it was, though Chemoise didn't seem to mind her company. The sky hadn't changed a bit since she got here. Plus, her eye was itching and she wanted to put ointment on it.

She stood up. "You've been very kind, but I really must go..." The intruding feeling came back, stronger than ever. "Thank you very much for the tea..." She hid her face as she rushed outside without so much as a backwards glance.

She didn't feel like she could breathe again without restrictions until she was on the Comet Observatory and heading towards another planet, at which point she mentally scolded herself for ending her visit on such a sour note. That old lady must be so lonely, she thought to herself. But at the same time, she couldn't bring herself to spend another second in that cottage. She also quickly quelled the thought of going back to apologise. She couldn't do it. She just couldn't.

And she went to bed ashamed and sad for that very reason.