Fiona might have been told not to act the hostess with Griff coming over, even if it was just down the hall, but that didn't mean that his words could reverse the way she'd been raised. Cee had taught her well and Gr--Mother had made sure they knew what was appropriate for hosting, so while she didn't have any food out, the room itself was spic
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The bad thing was ... well, it wore off, you were naked and sitting on top of the suddenly-too-small dresser, and your cat was sniffing you like you were a new source of food.
Tara's shriek almost knocked her off the surface.
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"Tara?!"
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"Sh-sh-sh-sh shirt please," she finally got out. "And underwear."
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"Sorry!"
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She wandered over to the dresser to check the mirror. It felt good to have hair to brush again.
"What d-day is it?"
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"Wednesday night."
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"If he did, I think explaining you were a potted plant might clear things up. I'll collaborate."
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"I guess weirder things have h-happened here."
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"Yeaaaaaah, I think that might even make an angel sit up and blink. And curse. Definitely curse."
Then again, an errant breeze could make Loki curse.
"But I will tell him, if he gives you a hard time about it."
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She glanced at the book she'd been working from on Friday, still placed neatly on her bed. She was burning it.
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"Something the matter? Should I not have moved it?"
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"Should we bring it to the library or something?"
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