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Maggie hardly noticed the bright pink hair, and looking at her, it wasn't (or rather, shouldn't) have been that big of a surprise. As though straight out of her own Disney movie, she wore a green ballgown, with a sweetheart neckline, and the skirt had a layer of purple tulle over it, her arms covered in the same soft purple tulle. The 20-something's red hair was up in a very fancy updo, several large curls bouncing around her shoulders and a delicate flower and pearl tiara crowned her hair. Although unseen, purple shoes could be heard clicking under her skirt.

Quite ungracefully, she was trying to reach some whole wheat pasta on the top shelf, just a few inches too short. She turned, to check on Caissa, and swore, watching the strange child start to sink (once again!) into the shopping cart's seat. Curse having a strange little light-child!

One hand reached, to try to pull the child up, while still on her tippy toes, reaching with the other hand for the box.

Much like any of her other endeavors involving any form of grace, she failed, most amazingly. Her hand passed completely through Caissa, while the other one managed to knock the entire stack of boxes. She fell backwards, the boxes landing around her, one falling onto her skirt.

Caissa cried happily, clapping her hands (although it barely made a sound), while Maggie picked herself up and placed one of the boxes in the cart.

"Okaaaay," she said airily, as though she hadn't just face planted. "What's next??" Her light-girl handed her a list that had been torn in half over an hour ago.

The red-headed woman blinked at the direction that Mira was pointing to. It took her more than a moment to realize how fast the girl's hair was growing (and even then, she still seemed a bit confused).

"Oh, I see..." she said. She didn't.

"Mmn, Criminal," she repeated, the response neither confirming or denying. Maggie really was the worst person to talk too. She usually relied on other family members to pay attention and converse for her, but she had only brought Caissa with her on this shopping trip. Her head was almost always elsewhere, and today was no exception.

Finally seeming to realize something, she shook her head. "Oh, no need," she said to Mira. She pulled out a mirror from ...somewhere (she carried no bag, but there were many folds of fabric around her legs), and angled it under Caissa. The child started to move upwards, so that she appeared to be sitting in the cart seat again. "That's better," Maggie said, smiling.

Caissa scowled.

Caissa continued floating upwards, and deciding to take advantage of Maggie's inattention (she had turned back to the shelf, now trying to decide on a pasta sauce), pushed off from the cart, the light-girl somehow able to interact with objects, even though Maggie had been unable to touch her. She angled herself towards Umbra, and softly floated to the ground and landed, her feet loosing shape for a moment and then reforming again.

She padded over to the cat-girl and looked up at her, giving her a critical look.

Where had the hair gone? Her baby-mind was reeling.

Caissa took the bracelet in her hand and started to chew on it, no change seemed to come to her. She had always been able to solidify her hands for interacting with things and her feet, for walking.

Maggie nodded. "I make clothes," she said. It'd be more appropriate to say that she made costumes, but to the red-head, they were the same thing, and so she continued to call them 'clothes'.

She took a few steps towards Caissa and reached out an arm, trying to grab her back from Umbra. Naturally, and like always, her arm passed right through the girl. Maggie decided that whatever the bracelet should have done, it didn't quite work on Caissa.

It wasn't that big a deal, though. Maggie had found other ways to handle her small charge. Later on that day, they were going to go to a hall of mirrors, Maggie was curious how that'd affect her. She thought it'd be pretty funny.