When Kat got home after her day of shopping with Virell, she not only had almost an entirely brand new wardrobe...if three pairs of pants a pair of shorts and three tops counted as an entire wardrobe...but she also had a lot of things to think about. A lot of things to think about indeed. After that…horrible lunch that still had her stomach in knots…or had it been the conversation which had done that…no matter. After that horrible lunch of soggy waffles that she shoved into her mouth like some crazy woman…Kat needed to sort through a lot of things.

Like the question of did she like Mags. Of course she liked Mags, if she just answered the question at face value, the answer was yes without question. Everyone who knew her knew she liked Mags, Mags was her best friend. Her very best friend in the whole world. But…Virell wasn’t just talking about her liking Mags…he was suggesting that she…liked Mags. Suggesting that she might want to hold her hand or…things like that…but…that couldn’t be the case, right?

Mags simply gave her indigestion from her poor food choices, like was the case now from those horrible waffles she had stuffed down her throat and was now paying for. Her stomach hurt, and it was either from the waffle or the eight glasses of soda she had washed it down with…that could be the case too, if she were honest with herself…but if she was being honest with herself, she would never have ended up in this position to begin with.

As Kat digested that information, and flopped onto her bed to hopefully digest the food that was making unpleasant noises in her stomach, she wondered if perhaps…on some strange, unknown level…Virell was right. What if she did like Mags. Like, like Mags. Would she want to hold her hand? Maybe.
But…how much did that change? Did that change anything? This whole thing was very frustrating and she did not like to feel this way one little bit. With a groan, Kat rolled over, fully smooshing her face against the pillow and pulling another over her head, trying to block everything out as she thought. Or tried to think…or perhaps, while she tried not to think. Because right now not thinking sounded like the absolute best course of action.

For a long, long time, or so it felt to Kat, she remained there, laying still. Finally she sat up, hugging one of the pillows to her chest and looking very unhappy. There were things to think about. So she had to think. For now.
For one thing, and perhaps this was the most important thing…but if she was going to like Mags like that, if that really was the case…then Mags had to get to know Tinaksite too…and considering that her curly haired best friend had run away from her when she was Tinaksite before…this seemed like the most pressing matter to fix. Once that was fixed…then perhaps she could confess that she might want to hold Mags’s hand or something. Or something. But…what else could ‘something’ even be?

Kissing? Did she want to kiss Mags? Now, there was a question that she had absolutely no idea what the answer was. It wasn’t…that she wanted to kiss Mags…but she wanted to spend time with her…all the time. She wanted to spend all the time with her and hold her hand and eat waffles and maybe kiss her maybe.

Okay. So perhaps she did like Mags. Perhaps.

When that thought finally reached the surface of her mind, Kat gave a slow nod and flopped back down, once again covering her head with a pillow and letting out a long sigh. Well. That was settled. She liked her. But now what did she do with that information? She had…already been trying, had she not? She had been trying to change her wardrobe and had learned to make so many types of waffles…and eaten waffles from that horrible restaurant but…thus far, Mags didn’t seem to realize that Kat had liked her…and really though, why would she? When Kat hadn’t realized it until this moment…but perhaps she would have known sooner if Mags would have realized it too…

Feelings were just so absolutely and utterly impossible to figure out…and it wasn’t fair. Because now that she had figured out her feelings…or at least started down the road to figuring out her feelings, she had to figure out what to do with the feelings now. Did she tell Mags? How did one go about telling the most wonderful girl in the world that you liked them? Especially when there was no possible way that you could ever compete for the top space in their heart so long as there were waffles that competed against you…that was the real love in Mags’ life. Waffles. Those crispy delicacies…at least they were supposed to be crispy delicacies.

But wasn’t that fact alone enough to give Kat pause? The waffles that Mags loved the most were the soggy awful ones from that stupid restaurant! The waffles that gave Kat the worst stomach ache imaginable…did that mean Kat had to be a soggy waffle in order to get Mags to like her? Oh! Maybe she should find a waffle costume and tell her in that…then she would be unable to resist, right? Wouldn’t that make her unable to resist?

Though, there still begged the question of why Mags had run when she was out as Tinaksite…she had only been trying to help…trying to protect her and dote on her and carry her groceries…and…

And Mags got so upset she left her groceries…and there had been waffle mix in those bags. Waffle Mix. She must have really done something awful to get her friend to leave that treasure behind.

With the pillow over her face, Kat was suddenly feeling absolutely exhausted and sighed, rolling over onto her stomach and giving a large yawn. She could think of all of this later. Worry about all of this later…right now, she needed sleep…and she needed to give her mind a rest.

This would wait…

She liked Mags.

A stupid smile came over Kat’s face as she finally drifted to sleep.