It was odd why Wilbur found himself coming back to this little cottage so often. Especially when he never liked to leave L'Manberg grounds. All for the fact he hated the thought of possibly crossing paths with anyone on Dream's side. However, the President seemed to break old habits once he came across someone who had needed some assistance. They didn't seem combat-strong. Neither was Wilbur— but after being through war and fights, he knew how to handle himself. Plus, Wilbur had never seen this person before and was curious as to who they were.

After that, he helped them home. Which was a quaint little cottage. Wilbur was a curious thing, and asked what they did around here. And he learned they made potions. Which reminded him a little of his earlier months. Then here they were, Wilbur, showing up days after that incident. The two becoming good friends, mostly through Wilbur's rambling as his new friend listened along while making potions or doing whatever around their little cottage. After months, today was like most. Wilbur rambling about the past few days while his dear friend was in their small kitchen brewing up some tea.

"— oh and don't get me started on how Tommy seems to forget every job I've given him this week! He had three jobs— three! And he went off to go and play about," Wilbur continued to ramble while running a hand through his curly hair. Huffing out his nose as he leaned on the nearest counter. Though they both knew even with his complaining, he loved Tommy like a brother.