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Moominmamma has a sixth sense (like all mothers), and this sixth sense helps her keep track of many things, including Moomin and his relationship with Snufkin—a relationship she knew perfectly well was not just friendship, but always had something more between the two.
It reminded her a bit of when she met Moominpappa, that lost look you give someone when you know you want them in your life forever. Yes, her son was completely in love with that vagabond.
It's true that there was no need to broadcast the fact that they were dating, but she can't tell you how much she wants to prepare a special dinner for the family and give Snufkin a proper welcome. The problem with organizing this dinner is simple: Moomin hasn’t told her that they are dating. It's obvious they are, but she doesn’t want to press her son on the subject. Maybe they’re still in the honeymoon phase and don’t remember that family would also like to celebrate this relationship that was always coming, so it’s just a matter of time.
Anyway, there’s no reason not to pamper her son’s favorite guy. Since she met Snufkin, he seemed like the perfect match for Moomin—someone with whom he would be happy and have the opportunity to explore the world. She’s really happy that Moomin and Snufkin are together, so she would spoil him as much as or more than her own son.
She had prepared a delicious fruit tart that she had collected, a treat for the palate. On most days when Moomin mentioned going fishing with Snufkin, Moominmamma would give him some lunch to eat while they fished. It was obvious they would get hungry at some point, so along with some juice and sandwiches, she had also packed two pieces of the tart… well, she was going to pack two but then remembered that sometimes Snufkin doesn’t seem to have a good breakfast, which made her wonder if Snufkin eats well. She thought for a moment… adding another slice for Snufkin wouldn’t hurt. Moomin could carry the basket, so she didn’t think it would be too heavy for her son.
“I’m leaving, Mamma,” Moomin said as he ran, clearly excited to see the Mumriks/Mymble.
“Wait, Moomin.”
“Hmm?” — he stopped to see a large basket. It was clear that he regretted packing only a few sandwiches for Snufkin, along with the three pieces of tart and more juice.
“Mamma… don’t you think it’s too much? It’s just going to be Snufkin and me.” — he looked at the huge basket with concern.
“No… I’m worried about whether your boyfriend had breakfast…” — she said this with complete normality until something clicked in Moominmamma’s mind… Boyfriend… oh no.
She put everything down and looked at Moomin, who seemed as red as a tomato. Clearly, she had made him feel embarrassed.
“Moomin, son, calm down… it’s very obvious that you two are dating, and if you haven’t wanted to tell me, you have your reasons. But I would like you to invite Snufkin to dinner with us at some point, and maybe also to breakfast… and when it’s cold, he could stay overnight with-”
“Mamma… Snufkin isn’t my boyfriend…”
The room fell completely silent.
“Not? Well, in any case, I’m concerned about Snufkin, so I don’t think you’ll have a problem taking the basket to your… friend.” — said Moominmamma, returning to her tasks as if the conversation had never happened.
“Yes… sure.” — Moomin carried the basket and started walking toward the door.
“Mamma?”
“What happened?”
“Do you think he likes me?”
Moominmamma smiled knowingly, and Moomin understood what that meant… turning red again and running out of the house. It was obvious that both of their feelings were very apparent. She knew perfectly well, but apparently, her son still hasn’t realized that the feeling is mutual and that Snufkin feels more than just friendship for Moomin.
Maybe they aren’t officially a couple right now, but she gives them two weeks for that dinner to become a reality so she can finally prepare her specialties for Snufkin with the title of boyfriend.