This time, she was definitely get Mr. Crane's attention for good reasons. Highly competent reasons. Wife Me reasons. There would be zero issues. Nada. She'd even brushed up on her Talking To The Elderly skills by trying to make stupid small talk with stupid Maebe. Hadn't even yelled once. America had this..

Right up until the clients walked in. Both of them. Twins.

Human twins that had the gall to give Mr. Crane The Look. The same Look she had to deal with certain trash ponies giving Bjornbear all the dam...damaged time!

BUT STILL.

America smiled pleasantly at them.

She tried to conduct business.

Like a professional.

But they decided it was play time. Confuse the little girl by swapping names time. Giggle time.

Ugh. The giggles.

And wiggles that made their chests bounce. At Mr. Crane!

STOP WINKING.

And then they called America his daughter and she might have lost it. Just a little. She might have lost it and gotten in trouble with Mr. Crane, like, this time he was not amused. Not even a little. Being cute would only get her so far with the heir, which, well, that was part of the draw right? The challenge? A challenge she'd failed again today.

Sent home in disgrace, the only thing that could soothe her sulk was the sweet invitation of Bjornbear to go be hella violent at some stupid humans, just like the ones that were so determined to humiliate her in front of Future Husband Crane.

Maybe if she brought him back a souvenir it would make up for the botch job earlier in the day.