Cackletta was a little taken aback when Fawful started taking her in the direction of Peach's Castle. But he asked her, in his broken sort of way, to trust her, and so she did. He touched down at the rear of the castle and led her through a cramped passage that ended in the sewers. Still trying to trust him, she followed as he led her down to a pipe, pulled the grate off, and motioned for her to go ahead.
He walked in after her and put the grate back on the pipe. She frowned at him.
"Fawful," she said, "Please don't tell me you live in the sewer."
"Fawful is living in the sewer," Fawful said.
Cackletta sighed, rubbing her temples. "I told you not to tell me that."
"Fawful has apology. But," he walked past her, and she followed him. "It does not have such badness! You will be seeing."
"How can it not be bad?" She shook her head, "Here after hearing about the Dark Star thing, I thought you'd really made it. And now you're telling me you live in the sewer, like some... some rat?"
"No one thinks to be looking for a villain of wantedness in the sewer under the castle of the pink Princess," Fawful explained. They turned a corner. "Fawful has been living here for longer than a year. None have had the suspecting!"
"Well, I guess that's almost clever," she said, "But honestly, Fawful, I don't--"
They turned again and found themselves in Fawful's shop. Cackletta's jaw dropped. When he said he lived in a sewer, she was expecting, well... a sewer. But here, in the middle of all the pipes and filth, was a bean shop, decorated in the traditional Beanish style. It was a mess, of course--there were boxes everywhere, and various things littered about the floor, but under that she saw the painstaking attention to detail that had gone into making this place.
Also, it didn't smell nearly as bad as the pipes outside.
Fawful continued walking, shoving a few boxes aside. "Fawful apologizes for the messiness. So many events have had transpiration as of late, I have had such business! Cleaning will happen soon."
"Don't--Don't worry about it," she said, gawking. "This place isn't half bad."
"Many thankings!" Fawful said, smiling brightly. "It is an honor for a toady such as Fawful to be complimented by the Great Cackletta!"
Cackletta meant to say something to him about how he needn't be so formal, but Fawful kept talking.
"Fawful is unsure whether or not to be reopening the store of bean and badge," he mused, looking around, "Now that more are knowing Fawful's face, it seems to carry risk. Perhapsing I can be turning it into a room for experiments," he started speaking in a lower voice, "I could be asking for bean-gathering assistance from Mimi..."
It was just then that a small, square-ish green girl came bouncing out from the back room.
"Fawfie!" she said, "Welcome back!"
Fawful jumped at the sound of her voice. He whirled around to face her, baring his teeth in fury. "Mimi! W-What are you doing still here in the domicile of Fawful who is me?!" he screamed.
Mimi shrugged. "I dunno, I was kinda curious about this lady you were so worked up over." Mimi walked over and leaned forward as she inspected Cackletta. "Hmmm. She's so old."
Fawful looked as though he were about to have a heart attack. "D-Do not be saying such things which are without respect and very nasty and rude! The Great Cackletta is being the greatest witch in the world and will someday rule over the world which I mentioned a moment ago!"
"Well, if you say so," Mimi took a few steps back in Fawful's direction.
"Do you not have some other place which you may be?" Fawful hissed.
"I don't really wanna go back to the mansion right now," Mimi said, "Merlee hasn't been in Flipside much lately. Being her maid is no fun when she's actually around!"
Cackletta decided to jump back in on the conversation. "You. You're a maid? Why don't you help Fawful clean some of this mess up?"
"Me? Cleaning?" Mimi laughed. "You've got to be kidding! I don't clean, okay? I have people to do that for me."
Fawful shook his head. "You have knowledge that maids are for cleaning, yes?"
"No, Fawfie, don't be silly. Maids like me are for standing around looking cute in their little maid dresses while they make lesser maids do all the work," she twirled a lock of hair in her fingers. "Normally I make my stable of cutie-pies do it, but if Merlee sees, she might pay me less..."
Cackletta sighed. Fawful made a worried face, obviously upset at Mimi's conduct in front of his newly-returned master. "D-Do not be paying any mind to the one who is Mimi," he stuttered, "She is of little importantness."
"Hey," Mimi said.
"Well, at least you've had someone to spend your time with in my absence," Cackletta said, crossing her arms. "Even if she's--" Mimi shot a glare at Cackletta, "--lazy."
"Jeez!" Mimi turned around so that she was facing only Fawful. "Can you believe this lady?"
Fawful rolled his eyes. Mimi huffed. "Oh, I see how it is. Fine then, I'll leave, but eventually you'll be like, 'aw man, I wish I hadn't been a jerk to Mimi!'" She paused, realizing that that didn't sound at all like something Fawful would say. "Um... 'ruru.'"
"Be going!" Fawful said, "I was not expecting for you to be here at this moment anyway!"
Mimi stomped a foot and turned on her heel. "Fine!" she stomped out of the store and into the pipe.
Fawful paused, remembered something, and shouted out, "Oh, and I had the punching of the one named Dimentio in your stead!"
Still sounding furious, she shouted "Thanks!" in reply.
Fawful sighed in relief at Mimi's absence, but tensed again when he remembered that Cackletta was still there. "I--I have many apologies for that, O Great Cackletta!"
"Whatever," she shrugged. "There are more important things to be worrying about."
"Yes! Like..." he looked around, "Like where I will be setting up your room of bed!"
Fawful ran into another room, presumably to clear some space. Cackletta sighed. "I was thinking about starting on our next evil plan, but I guess that's fine too..."