"How short is too short?" She yells at Eva through the phone, biting her lip as she holds up yet another dress to her body. "This one is a little on the skimpy side but not quite slutty." Eva chuckles in her ear and she can almost see her shaking her head.

"Wear the lace one we picked out, Erica, it was perfect. He'll love it." Her stomach did flips as she thought about it and she groaned into the phone.

"Eva, it's way too good girl. I'm not a good girl. I'm fierce." Erica did her hardest not to pout or to look over at the white sundress laid on her bed. "It doesn't suit me, especially with most of my hair shorn to hell."

Eva made this quiet hum sound that she attributed to mothers and older sisters and smiled. "Erica you look amazing in it. And you might be fierce, but you just made him dinner." Erica flinched internally and bit her lip again. "So I think that kills the fierce image a bit, what's a dress? Especially if you look gorgeous." She groaned again in response and smiled as Eva laughed at her lightly, "Look I have to go before Lyle or Green comes and drags me out there, or god forbid Ian."

"Enjoy your date thing." Erica replied with a smile and glanced at her reflection before hanging up. She could do it. She could do this. It was a date, but she was a big girl.

So maybe she had gone a little overboard with the home made food and baked goods, but she figured her and Eva could eat the left overs. Not to mention it was nice having such an amazing kitchen right at her fingertips. It was nice living with Eva, nice having a home that actually felt like home. Still now dressed and lighting the candles around the room, setting the food on the table, setting plates and the different silver wear and knowing how it all actually went made her feel a tad.. too... Stepford wifeish. Still, this was a good plan, Stiles loved eating and making all his favorite foods including her attempt at curly fries would at least get her brownie points. Plus actual brownies to help.

Still she was something between a nervous wreck and clinically insane even with the back up of all superhero movies ever made. The knock on the door made her jump and she raced over, paused and opened the door. "Hi." She said and melted as he smiled at her brilliantly.

"Hi," He repeated and leaned forward to kiss her, soft and chaste. "do I smell curly fries?" He asked with a weird tone of voice. Erica grinned at Stiles and pulled him over to the kitchen, sitting him at the table.

"Tada, every food known to be good to man. Homemade." She whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek before sitting across from him with an impossible smile on her face. His face twisted in a number of confusing expressions and he made an inhuman sound. "Then after I was thinking cuddling and movies, Avengers maybe?" Stiles looked up at her and shook his head, standing up and walking over, pulling her into his arms and kissing her once more. "Stiles?" She giggled softly.

"God I love you." Was his only reply, she laughed in joy. Maybe the dress hadn't been such a bad idea after all.