Author's Notes/Minor Edit: Howdy all! Hailey Golden was kindly enough to call my attention to something in her review, and I'm making a tiny adjustment in the fic because of it. She called my attention to the fact that Lilith is a redhead, not a blond. I always mess that one up. I've got some random issues where her hair is arguably blond or strawberry blond, and since I mostly read her in my (black and white) Showcase volumes, I've kind of got a mental default of her as a blond, not a redhead. So I'm making that change. She also said that Donna and Lilith were never roommates, although I'm still pretty sure they were during that bizarre period in the late 60's/early 70s when everyone stopped using their powers and all adopted jumpsuit costumes. This fic is set during that period. So, to conclude this far too long and anal retentive bit of notes, I didn't mix up Lilith and Sharon Tracy. I forgot Sharon Tracy existed entirely, which is arguable worse -

Donna emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam and a towel. She'd spent more time grooming than ever before, and frustratingly enough, she was still only half done. Something was clearly wrong with her American sisters if this was standard behavior for man's world.

"Lilith, are you home?" She called. "I need help!" She switched out her towel for a fluffy red bathrobe just as her roommate shuffled into the bedroom. "I-is something wrong?"

"No, why?" Lilith asked, amused.

"You look so…so…"

"Frumpy?"

"I was going to say different."

Lilith laughed. She was normally immaculately groomed, with stylistic eye makeup, her sleek strawberry blond hair styled, and her eccentric outfits accessorized accordingly. Today her hair was thrown back in a messy bun full of flyaways, she was wearing old sweats, and she blatantly hadn't bothered to remove the previous day's makeup if the smudges around her eyes were any indication.

"It's Valentine's Day," Lilith said simply.

"Oh. So you're required to alter your personal habits in some way? I'm going on a date with Roy tonight. Should I wear my gym clothes tonight?"

Lilith laughed again, shaking her head. "No sweetie, it's not a culture thing, it's personal. Today is Valentine's Day, which is for couples, and I am single once again so I've chosen to celebrate my bitterness instead of being consumed by it. I'm going to spend the day in my jammies eating ice cream and watching TV."

"Oh. If you're lonely, we can double. I'm sure Wally wouldn't mind coming along with us and being your date. What?"

"Oh honey, Wally wouldn't want to go on a double date with you. At least, not as my date."

"Why not? You two get along, don't you? It's not me, right? I thought Wally and I were friends…" She felt a little hurt, and must have been showing it because Lilith was quick to reassure her otherwise.

"No, no, that's not-of course you and Wally are friends…you know what, never mind. Forget I said anything. So you need help getting ready for your date, I assume?"

Donna nodded. "I'm getting better about how girls do things in man's world, but my last date actually was pretty embarrassing and I don't want to make another mistake." Donna went over to her dresser and grabbed a magazine. "Do you know what it is your people have against feminine body hair?" She handed the magazine to Lilith, and her eyebrows shot up her head. It was a porn mag, filled in with meticulous notes in Donna's neat handwriting. "I've noticed the same standards don't exist for men."

Lilith nodded. "Yeah, we've got a lot of double standards when it comes to beauty. I dunno why we're picky about hair, but I'm glad to be blond. What happened last date?"

"I didn't realize it was the custom to shave your armpits. Roy's aren't shaved, after all."

"Ah. Did he actually make a fuss about it?"

"He said it was grody," Donna mumbled. "So anyway, I shaved my legs and my underarms but, um…" Her face reddened. "Do I really have to…er…?" She pointed to a picture of a model with her legs spread wide, revealing a hairless crotch. Donna had circled it and covered it with question marks and frowny faces, along with the insightful comment 'Ouch'.

"Yeah, I really don't understand the prepubescent vag look," Lilith said with a scowl.

"The women in the magazines don't have any hair down there at all!"

"These aren't normal women though Donna. You'll be fine if you just trim the hedges a little. So you and Roy are going far enough for him to see bush?"

Donna's face was redder than Lilith had ever seen it. "Don't tell Wonder Woman."

"My lips are sealed. You should consider sealing your own."

"Huh?"

"Ah, never mind. What I was getting at is that maybe you should consider slowing things down. He's not making you uncomfortable, is he?"

Donna smiled. "Diana thinks Roy is taking advantage of me too. No, trust me, I like making out and…assorted related activities."

Lilith nodded approvingly. "Good for you. Although I still don't get what you see in the boy. He's cute and all, but…"

"We've been over this. I'm lucky enough to see a side of Roy that he doesn't let the other Titans glimpse."

"Lucky us. We get the arrogant shitwhale. And he does let you see plenty of that side too," Lilith reminded her. At least half of Donna's dates with Speedy ended with her coming home early in tears.

"Yes, well…he was on drugs," Donna said lamely. "And having a really hard time with his mentor, and thought he might be homeless and…" She stopped, as Lilith made the 'world's smallest violin' motion with her hand. "Look, everything's going to be fine. Now help me look hot."

Against her better judgment, Lilith complied, and by the time they finished Donna was pleasantly primped to contemporary American standards.

"Sweetie, you are smoking!"

Donna blinked. "Good?"

"Very."

"I still feel a little bad leaving you to eat ice cream alone. Are you sure you don't want us to find you a date?"

Lilith shook her head. "I promise you, I'm fine. Now if Harper does do something stupid, feel free to grab a pint of ice cream and join me."

"Thank you Lilith, but I'm sure my first Valentine's Day date is going to be…" She sighed dreamily, "perfect! Wish me luck!"

Lilith was halfway through her second chick flick when Donna stormed in. Her eyes were ringed with tears and smudged make up. She plopped down next to Lilith with a pint of Haagen Dazs. Lilith handed her a spoon.