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Pierrette smiled at Abeline.

"Space must be nice..." was all she said as she picked up a question.

"Would you rather wear some kind of hideously outmoded..."

Pierrette blinked.

"... Dress, or lose one of your shoes in a sewer grate?"

Pierrette looked up from the slip of paper and put it back in the bowl.

"I honestly don't know what outmoded means," she shrugged sheepishly. "But, I love my shoes. I love each and every pair of my shoes, they are special and cute and... I love them. I couldn't imagine losing one of them, so I'd most definitely rather wear an ugly dress than lose a shoe."

((haha, give the hair-fetishist the perfect question!))

Abeline had been one of those girls who had collected any sort of stuffed animal as a child, her bedroom still contained a virtual horde of fluffy bodies hiding in the closet.

With a flourish, she drew another piece of paper.

"If you had a choice, what color would you like your hair to be?"

This perhaps did not cause the casual, calm and cool reaction that most might have come to expect from Froust. After all, she never seemed to get really excited or terrified or emotional about anything. She was cool. Ice cool. But this, mention of.. of all things, hair color? Why on earth would that cause the prima dona to literally squeak and shift around like ants had suddenly marched up her pants.

"That's a very personal question..." And then she realized that she had mumbled that so she declared her unwillingness to answer by.. well... "WHITE!NO!RED! she looked at Imogen and the Pierette. Ohgod. "No, its white. I like white. I mean, its pretty and...." back and forth between Imogen and Pierrette, like a tennis ball her head darted. "Red is very nice. But I like white. I mean, I like red too. I especially liked it. But now its white. Ohgod I am so confused." Yes, yes she had just said that outloud. Abe took a quick gulp of her green tea and decided that her foot was already too far in, she'd have to keep going. "Not about hair, though. No. I am not confused about that. Wait.. the question was about my hair? Oh... uhmm.... I don't know? I like it... maybe I'd try out a strawberry blonde or something?"

And then, as though she realized that most of what she had said seemed intangible. "Because it is pretty not because its like a mix between---" And then she sat back, took a long soothing breath and her face cooled down. Force of will. "Perhaps someone else should take a piece of paper?"

And no one would suspect a thing. Because Froust did not blabber or gush or squirm like a teenaged girl. She was refined and sophisticated. Why such a question should worry her... well it didn't because they had seen nothing. Nothing at all.

Abe wondered if senshi could do jedi mind tricks.... well, she knew one senshi who could. Perhaps she could save herself having to murder all these people by having Serenade wipe their memories.

Because Abe was very responsible with her uses of power.

Abeline took the ribbing as well as Abe took any ribbing ever. She looed in concern down at her cup before she realized that Fallon was teasing her. Her ears turned pink and she took a sip of the tea. Hair was a delicate subject for Abeline. Afterall, you couldn't just date anyone with any type of hair. It had to be... well... she squirmed again. She wasn't going to explain such complicated things!

Ohhh, that did it. She was going to ask Serenade to wipe their memories! And then no one would have to know.

It was the perfect plan.

The food was eaten, the questions asked, the merriment had.

Fallon considered the dinner party a success (oh, weren't they all?) and whisked everyone out her door with warm smiles promptly at 9:00PM. Even Elke -- the girl who seemed so close to the people that Fallon could only hope to be close to -- received a light hug and a wave. There was a lot to think about after that night, but for now, Fallon would focus on cleaning up and rearranging her room.

This, too, made her happy beyond happy.