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Days off were few and far between for the overworked, overtired Margaret Butler so when she finally got some time to herself, she definitely took advantage of it.

Most of the time she preferred to simply lounge around in her dilapidated apartment but today, with the cool fall breeze blowing and the smell of autumn in the air, she decided to stretch her long, gangly legs and take a run... for some waffles, of course. Best of both worlds, exercise and a warm, fluffy treat to take away the briskness of the cold that nipped at her earlobes and tip of her nose.

She treated herself to IHOP for a change, shelling out an extra couple of dollars to get the fancier waffles in a to-go box. While eating inside was fun 'n all, she felt bad when she couldn't tip their waitresses as much as she'd liked so instead of wastin' everyone's time, she simply took her food outside and ate it while she made her way back to her apartment.

Waffle was shoved down her gullet in a very typical Mags-like fashion, shred after shred growing bigger as she realized she was feeling particularly famished after her run. She didn't even pay attention when she stuck in a piece that was a little too big until it was too late -- with a wheeze, the bag was dropped and Mags found herself coughing and sputtering, choking on her own waffle.

Oh lord, she'd be fit to be tied if she ended up goin' out of the world with a waffle, of all things!

Hacking and coughing, she stumbled her way over towards the nearby park's entrance, knowing the closest place to grab a drink of water would be from one of the public water fountains. In a stroke of luck (or clumsiness), the worn out sole of her sneaker came loose, catching on part of the pavement and sending the tall blonde stumbling forward.

In a loud OOMPTH, she came crashing to the ground and in doing so, managed to dislodge the piece of waffle that had wedged itself in her throat. A gasp of air and a few coughs later and her breathing was... well, it was at least better than it had been only moments earlier.

Rising from the ground, she brushed off the scrapes and cuts her legs had received, using the backs of her hands to wipe the tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes from her choking episode. She was definitely gonna have to take it a lil more slow when it came to her waffles - sheesh.

On the way back to where she'd abandoned her to-go box, she noticed a very familiar figure standing nearby. In fact, said familiar figure was currently throwing something away... that looked suspiciously like a to-go baG FROM WAFFLE HOUSE, NOOOOOO!

"Hey, Kat -- wait a sec, that bag's mine!!"

But Mags didn't check her phone for any incoming text messages because Mags was standing right alongside her friend as she punched in numbers on her cell phone. Okay -- sure, Kat certainly hadn't realized that it had been Mags' waffles to begin with and the older girl wasn't gonna fault her none about it.

Mistakes happened. New waffles could be made in a jiffy.

Yet even after the bag had been trashed, Kat still didn't seem to be paying her any attention. It was like... like she was ignorin' her or something.

Maybe she was just too distracted in her texting --- yeah! That had to be it.

So Mags followed behind the other girl, dodging people left and right (who'd have thought there'd be so many rude people not gettin' out of the way for her in an IHOP, of all places??) until Kat chose a booth for them to sit in. She slid into one side and Mags cheerfully slid in the opposite one.

"So -- what flavor ya gonna try?" Blue eyes watched as the girl toyed with the syrup tops. She knew Kat wasn't a huge fan of fast food-ish waffles but she was plum happy to see that she was willing to give them a try again. "Ah'll probably stick to maple. A classic, ya know?"

But the girl continued to not respond and Mags was starting to worry.

"Did Ah do something wrong?"

The smile started to slip as she wrinkled her nose. "Kat, talk to me. Ya gotta say something, gal."

"This ain't funny, Kat."

There was a soft desperation in her voice, pleading with her friend to cut out the prank, that it had gone on for long enough as it was. Why in the world the girl was pretending she wasn't there was beyond Mags's comprehension.

Was she trying to give the blonde girl a hint and Mags was too dense to figure it out?

Panic settled in and she leaned over to nudge the girl on the shoulder, trying to force her to physically at least look at her. But the girl didn't budge - she didn't even blink at the shove.

In fact, she was staring off into nothing, as if she didn't even acknowledge that Mags was sitting right there in front of her. Idle mumbling got lost under her breath, a mixture of emotions overtaking the upset blonde as she debated on what to do.

"Please don't do this -- Ah know I'm not the quickest to get things but if Ah did something wrong, Ah'll fix it, promise."

No response.

"Kat -- you're one of my only friends, Ah...c'mon, gal, talk to me. Please, we can figure somethin' out, right?"

Still, no response.

Margaret Butler could feel the tears forming in the corners of her eyes and this time, it wasn't because she was choking to death on a waffle. No, she was upset because one of her closest friends - one of her only friends - was deliberately ignoring her and for the life of her, Mags didn't know why. Most of the time, she shrugged off the fact she wasn't as smart as everyone else. It was a fact of life she'd taken in stride but for once, she really felt like her lack of intelligence had cost her something... probably one of the most precious friendships she could have ever asked outta a gal.

"Fine. If you're gonna be like that then... then Ah'm just gonna leave."

Grabbing the neck of her t-shirt, she lifted the fabric up and in a very unlady-like fashion, rubbed the tears from her eyes before they had a chance to start spilling down her face. Lacking coordination, she managed to fumble her way out of the booth, blue eyes giving her companion one last painful look before she left the table.

"Don't know what Ah did wrong but if you won't even tell me, Ah got the hint. If you change your mind.... call me, or somethin'. Ah'm sorry Kat, for whatever I did."

Before fresh tears had the chance to fall, blonde ringlets bounced over her shoulder as she took off out of the IHOP, her appetite as lost as she currently felt.