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It was finally Saturday, but it took her forever to actually get dressed. It probably wasn't meant to be a fancy dinner, but Maebe had no excuses to get fancy anymore. No one was taking her on secret trips to Hawaii to celebrate anniversaries. No one was surprising her with Valentine's Day dinners. She had to take advantage of things when she could, and she knew America wouldn't mind.

So she went all out. Her dress was shimmers and lace, still short and pastel but somehow vibrant with a life she wanted to live. She'd pinned her hair up in a loose, messy bun again, but her makeup and nails were impeccable as they always were, and nothing really changed there.

She walked all the way to the houses district in heels, and not a single regret was had.

She bit her tongue to keep from reminding America that she was more like a little nightmare, because she felt like a dream when she walked in the door. Her expression had a painfully genuine smile across awed features, as she took in the sight of America's house. "This is for real." Maebe whispered, her eyes drinking in the sight. "Like, you have a house. A for real real house, too." It was almost like they were living in the normal world, with normal things and normal people. Dream was a good way to put it, and she thought she was perfectly dressed for the part.

"It's really nice in here. No wonder Dawson's always coming over." If she'd known somewhere this homey existed, she might have - no, she probably wouldn't have come over very much, anyway. Not only was Taym a permanent fixture in the house, but it reminded her too much of what television made real family homes look like. There was nothing of the cold, crisp, loveless lifestyle she'd grown up in. She didn't need to be constantly reminded of what she never had.

"It's warm and cozy, just like you." She reached out and placed her hand on America's cheek, patting it affectionately. "Thanks for inviting me over. I trust the men are successfully banished, as promised?"

Setting the table was a task she was equipped for. She reached for the dishes, slyly side-eyeing the bad day box with a curious glint in her eye. She sat the table for two, with the cutest dishes she could find, and napkins folded into little triangles. Then she sat down on the far seat, and folded her hands up under her chin.

"Okay." She purred out. "I'm ready to chat you up, as they say, while secretly I'm just watching you cook for me because that is a super hot fetish. Yes, stir that spoon. Mmmm."

Jokes she could only make while Taym wasn't around. Oh, who was she kidding, she'd still make them if he was here.

"Seriously. Living with this many people coming in and out." It wasn't that many, but to Maebe - 2 was two too many. "Have you gotten sick of any of them yet? Ever want to secretly throw a toaster in somebody's bath if they're taking too long?"