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Sprawled out on her beat-up, curbside-discovered couch, Mags was finding herself growing more and more irritated towards the ruckus going on outside. Hooligans and thugs had once again begun to gather in the parking lot, no doubt to loiter and do other loiter-ous things which involved turning the volume of their car stereos up to Ungodly Level as well as laugh obnoxiously loud.

She turned up the volume of the old television set, but it was to no avail. More kids began showing up to the unsanctioned parking lot meeting and with them came the sounds of laughter and cheering as they began to pick fights with one another.

Fed up, she finally rose from her resting place and stomped ungracefully across the carpet towards the front door, which she promptly flung open. Stepping out onto the porch of her second floor apartment, she leaned over the wooden railing and hollered out:

"Y'ALL NEED TO KEEP IT DOWN, YA HEAR?"

It never actually occurred to Margaret Butler that her own volume wasn't exactly helping her request for peace and quiet.

Her head jerked around at the voice, startled at the sudden reaction to her yelling. She'd expected a few disgruntled comments from the people in the parking lot, but not from a few yards away from her. One hand moved to pull back her blonde curls, fastening them together in a bundle with the hair-tie around her wrist.

"Well, can't say Ah didn't try, right?"

Wiping her free hand against the side of her jeans, she looked over at the other girl, whose hands seemed full of groceries. While Mags hadn't noticed a normal lookin' gal around the neighborhood, it wasn't unexpected - heck, she was a normal gal too, right?

"Do ya need help with any of those?" Taking a step forward, she reached out in offering towards the stranger. "Ah'm Mags. Live in 22B."

Dashing forward (in the most ungraceful of manners), hands flew out to help steady the dangling milk carton, as well as plucking up half of the grocery bags. Mags knew she may not be the smartest of cookies (or lightbulbs, or however that analogy went), but she was as strong as an ox and didn't mind using that strength to help out however she could. 'Specially if it meant making a new friend in the process!

"If ya got sweet tea, I'd be all over that." The thought sent a wistful expression across the blonde's face - she hadn't had a good pitcher of tea in years, maybe even since around the time Pa'd pass. Most Northerners up here only made it hot - what kind of crazy nonsense was that? "But a coke sounds pretty darn good too."

Feet clomped ahead as she made her way towards the large black numbers that read 3-5 down below. "Ah love critters. Ah'm not really around much to take care one of, though. Used to have a cat, but she took off after..."

Thoughts of the youma incident made her wince, "...a fight broke out, while she was outside. Poor thing - I still think about her, from time to time."

"Thorin?"

As the door opened and the territorial barks rang out, Mags' eyes widened for a brief moment before the furry little fella revealed himself. The most adorable little corgi poked its head out, yapping away.

Shuffling in behind the other girl, Mags couldn't help but lean over to offer the back of her hand for the pup to smell. "Hey there, lil fella. Ain't you a handsome pupper!"

Ensuring she closed the door behind her, she moved to hold the groceries up high with her other hand, less the eager dog manage to snatch one away from her with his jumping. Making her way towards the nearest countertop, she glanced around the apartment. "So how long have y'all been livin' around here?"

Blue eyes moved from watching the small dog frolic back across the apartment to her new friend, who kept herself busy with the load of groceries she was working on unloading. It made sense for Mags to have never seen her - not only did she hardly get out of the place, but Mags was hardly at her place.

Senshi responsibilities tended to be a bit time consuming, frankly.

"Ah think it ends up being the opposite fer me," She struggled to find the appropriate words to phrase her thoughts, knowing she needed to keep key words like senshi and youma and crime fighting out of simple talk. Boots traveled around towards the fridge, where her cold prize awaited her. Mags was mindful not to bump into the other girl as she reached over to open the fridge, peering in at her options. "Ah tend to go out walkin' after work a lot - the more Ah can stay away from this crummy place, the better."

Grabbing the first soda she spotted, she pulled back the tab and took a sip, feeling the carbonation burn her throat as it went down. Swallowing, she turned and smiled at her fellow apartment renter, "No offense or anythin'. This place wasn't exactly picked out for its location and all."

The rent was the cheapest available... and it certainly showed.

Making her way over towards the duo, Mags had yet another question to contemplate over. Man, makin' friends with regular folk was more difficult than she thought. If she were Dan or Kat, they'd probably have an answer whipped up in a flat second, but Mags couldn't exactly say that she enjoyed beatin' the grits out of monsters in her downtime from working. Or the fact she was some magical girl with lace and an ungodly amount of frills - that might get her a one way ticket back outside of the apartment.

Flopping onto the couch, her hand leaned over and rubbed behind Thorin's ear, scratching it the way her favorite pig, Pig, enjoyed it back on the farm.

Man, how she missed Pig.

"Ah work a lot. Over at the Waffle House, 'round yonder?" Her free thumb jerked in the direction behind them, motioning in the general vicinity of the aging restaurant as if she expected Kodi, along with everyone else in the world, to know exactly where she meant. She probably did expect that, honestly. "Can't get enough of those suckers, so Maud let me have a job there back when Ah got kicked outta Crystal for failing."

Pausing, she added afterwards, "But mostly, Ah work out when I'm not workin' in...side. Get it?"

She laughed at her own joke, her laughing similar to a donkey's braying as the free hand moved down to slap against her leg. Oh, she cracked herself up something fierce, sometimes!

Blue eyes narrowed as the girl questioned her statement. They continued to remain narrowed as she sat there, silently allowing the other girl the opportunity to explain her work situation. Mags hadn't heard of Creative Sounds, but she had little need for music - not when her trust Walkman still worked, along with the handful of cassette tapes she'd inherited with Pa's passing. Did Kodi's store maybe have some new cassettes that she could add to her small collection?

She would have to ask later - a more important issue was currently at hand.

Practically leaping off from the couch with a bounce, she twirled around and pointed towards the surprised corgi. In a startling firm voice, she barked an order to her new friend. "Grab Thorin's leash."

Her other hand dug into her pocket, ensuring there was still the three crumpled five dollar bills that she'd received as tips from the previous night's shift. After verifying that all three wads were still in her jeans, her gaze moved to the young woman as she announced in a booming voice.

"We're going to Waffle House."

In a blonde and blue blur, she was already out the door without a second to lose. Her hand flew down to look at her own flip phone to ensure the time - five in the evening. Walking the four blocks...hm, should probably only take a handful of minutes, depending on whether or not Kodi's legs were as lanky and long when walking as Mags' were. The dinner rush would soon be upon the tiny, rundown restaurant but it wasn't the crowd that Mags was worried about.

Being the waffle connoisseur that she was, there was a perfect booth that she had in mind for Kodi's first experience. Mags herself had eaten at every single seat in the restaurant, so she knew where the best place was to eat waffles - what better place for Kodi to have on her initial visit?

"Ya like waffles, right? Ah mean, everyone likes waffles - these are gonna be some of the best ya ever had, okay??"

Boots clomped along the sidewalk as the curly haired girl remained completely and happily oblivious to the hooligans still making a ruckus out in the apartment parking lot. Now that she had a new friend and a mission in mind, nothing was going to stop her!

"If Maud ain't at work, we can sneak Thorin in. Pretend he's one of them service dogs, y'know? Ain't nobody gonna know any different - everyone loves dogs!"