Upon walking into the Coffee Shop, Mordecai and Rigby were attacked by red feathered arms.

"Margaret," Mordecai eased at her touch.

"Guys! Where have you been today? It has been so boring without you!" Margaret chirped. Margaret's grip on both of them grew tighter and tighter until finally Rigby squirmed away chuckling and Mordecai was left alone with the robin; having the breath squeezed out of him. Pulling from her embrace wasn't easy, but when Mordecai got a little wiggle room he took advantage of it.

"Margaret," Mordecai said in a slow, strained voice. "I can't breathe and everything's going black."

"Oh! Sorry." She let go, and put a steadying hand on Mordecai's shoulder. A quick peck on the cheek and Margaret returned to her post, preparing Mordecai and Rigby's order before they even asked. Margaret was awesome like that. Mordecai sat in a barstool conveniently placed nearest to Margaret's work area. Rigby scampered to their usual spot, but not before Mordecai was telling him to swipe a newspaper.

"Uh! Newspapers are for seniors and people who can't afford laptops." Rigby whined.

"Well unless you're growing a money tree nobody knows about, we are the money-less people you speak of. Read the paper and try to look for something fun AND affordable."

Rigby rolled his eyes and got a newspaper (in a snotty, "I Don't Want to Do This!" manner), set it down on the table and started looking for anything interesting.

"You guys are reading now?" Margaret said with faux surprise in her voice. "Must be really important."

"I resent that, miss." Mordecai feigned offense. "Me and Rigby re… Well I read anyway."

Rigby briefly looked up to shoot a pissy look at Mordecai. The two birds laughed at his reaction. Margaret went to some below cabinets to find two medium sized mugs for the two friends. Mordecai watched as Margaret worked. He only just recently noticed she was pretty graceful; her movements ever so delicate. "Seriously though. What are you guys up to?" Margaret asked.

"We're-"

"We're going on a thirty day tour of Danny Silo's estate!" Rigby interrupted, throwing his hands down hard on the wooden table.

"Wha-" Mordecai started as Rigby came over to him.

"Danny Silo's estate was so big it apparently takes a whole month to see it all!" Rigby excitedly read from the article. "We HAVE to check it out!"

Mordecai and Margaret exchanged confused looks.

"Who's Danny Silo?" Margaret asked. Rigby opened his mouth, eager to explain, then shut it in haste. It was then he too had a confused expression.

"Uh… I don't… I don't really know actually." Rigby's expression soon snapped back to excited. "But the guy had a huge mansion in the northern part of the city so he must have been important!"

Mordecai took the newspaper from Rigby's paws and read silently to himself. He furrowed his eyebrows at first, but as he kept reading his face grew more and more horrified. Mordecai read aloud: "Silo Manor, home and workplace of Danny Silo… Famous for serial killing, and evading taxes for decades… Taking visitors for month long tour of mad man's homicidal labyrinth? Rigby?"

Margaret made the tiniest gasp and looked down at Rigby with that look. The one people give you when they think you're nuts.

"What? That's interesting!"

"I am not spending a majority of my winter break exploring the ins and outs of a murderer's house, Rigby."

"Okay, okay!" Rigby put his hands up in defense. There was a short pause. Rigby looked down at the floor defeated and up again at Mordecai with cheerless, pleading eyes. Mordecai made an aggravated noise.

"No! Rigby! No."

"FINE!" Rigby howled as he stomped back to his stool.

Margaret placed a steaming cup of espresso in front of Mordecai, then made her way to Rigby.

"You guys are trying to find something to do for your winter break." Margaret observed.

"Mhmm." Rigby shook his head taking a sip of his coffee. "It'd be a whole lot easier if Mordecai would get over his whole 'serial killer phobia'."

Mordecai stared on, incredulous. "Anyone-and I mean anyone-stupid enough to go into that… That…" Mordecai struggled to find the right words for his disgust. "Unholy Mansion of Hell is even stupider than the people who are allowing it to be toured in the first place."

Rigby scoffed, and made eye contact with Margaret. He gestured to Mordecai and whispered loudly, "That's his way of saying he's all ascared." Rigby pointed and laughed at Mordecai while Margaret stifled a giggle. Mordecai decided he needed new friends. He drank his coffee a little faster.

"Just keep looking dude."

"You guys could totally go to Fist Pump's Winter Fisting Tour!" Margaret suggested, looking at Rigby then Mordecai hopefully. Mordecai loved it when she suggested stuff.

"No can do Marge." Rigby shook his head a bit sadly. "They want some major dough for that major show."

"And also," Mordecai added, "Fist Pump is pretty popular around these parts. It's probably sold out by now."

"And yet Muscle Man and Hive Five Ghost managed to get backstage passes… If there ever was proof Satan existed…" Rigby seethed.

Margaret gave a sympathetic smile to the both of them. "You guys will find something. You always do." Mordecai smiled right back at her. After he finished his coffee Margaret swooped in, collected his mug then placed it in the dishwasher.

Mordecai would have stayed in this very spot their entire break if it were legally (and physically) possible.

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Margaret pulled up a stool and sat parallel to Mordecai and Rigby, at their table. She was tired and dizzy from smelling coffee beans all day and decided a long chat with her two favorite people was a perfect way to end her work day. Rigby gulped down his fourth cup of coffee and wrapped up the newspaper. He then stuck it snugly underneath his arm and began to run for the stairs. Mordecai and Margaret took notice.

"Rigby? Where are you going?" Margaret asked warmly.

"I've finally found out what me and Mordecai are gonna do for our time off!" Rigby literally vibrated with excitement. "It's gonna be awesome!"

Mordecai's eyes narrowed. "Do you mind letting me in on this supposedly awesome thing? And it better not be something horrible like that competition you signed us up for last year."

Rigby huffed. "Listen, I said I was sorry! Your feathers grew back didn't they? And I'm pretty sure the police aren't even thinking about it as much as you are! Trust me, man. It's gonna be… Awesome!"

Before Mordecai could object any further, Rigby went up the stairs, through the Coffee Shop doors and out of Mordecai's sight. Mordecai turned back to see Margaret. Staring at him. Dotingly. He couldn't help but grin in curiosity.

"What?" Mordecai asked, laughing slightly.

Margaret stopped staring and turned away from Mordecai. She stretched her arms in front of herself and yawned. "Nothing," She chimed. Margret was always bad at being nonchalant. "Just…"

"Hmm?"

Margaret got up, walked around the table and plopped right down in the stool next to Mordecai. Mordecai reflexively put his arms around her waist. "Y'know what I miss about us dating?" Margaret sighed. She put her head on Mordecai's shoulder.

Without missing a beat Mordecai answered, "The crazy passionate lovemaking."

Margaret elbowed him playfully in the ribs. "No!"

"Cause that's what I miss." Mordecai wiggled his eyebrows.

"No, no, no. I said something I actually missed."

"Well!" Mordecai said half-jokingly. "Ouch!"

"Just being honest."

Mordecai hugged her tighter. "What do you miss. About us?"

"Knowing the guy I went home to wasn't just there for sex." Margaret bent her neck to make eye contact. "Knowing I was loved."

"I still love you." Mordecai said, matter of fact. And he was telling the truth. Mordecai loved Margaret. From the moment he and Margaret got together, during the sex, after the sex, after the horrible arguments, after the break-up. Mordecai still loved Margaret.

He just wasn't in love with her anymore.

"I know," Margaret sighed. Mordecai did not like the tone of Margaret's voice. Sad Margaret equated to Sad Mordecai.

"Did something happen? With Jake?"

Margaret made a puzzled face, then apparently remembered. "Jake and I broke up two weeks ago. He said he doesn't see us with a future, I threw an ashtray at his head… Surprisingly, it all went-" Margaret made a crashing and burning noise.

"That's a shame, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, really. But that's not why I'm bringing this up."

Mordecai tilted his head down. "Oh really?"

Margaret shook her head a bit. "I was talking to my mom…"

"That explains it." Mordecai loudly stated, already amused. To be completely honest, (and Mordecai meant no offense whatsoever) but Margaret's mom was messed up in there. The one and only time he met the older robin, she was covered head to toe in purple and accused Mordecai of being a foot fetishist that was trying to recruit her daughter.

Needless to say, she was a contributing factor to his and Margaret's split.

"She actually made some sense this time!" Margaret tittered while defending her mother.

"Sure she did. Sure she did!" Mordecai could feel the laughter building up inside him. "What'd she tell you this time?"

Margaret deepened her voice to mimic her mother's, and added on the accent. "'Maggie, ma darlin'… Ya can fool around with as many as ya like, but one is all ya get."

It was then Mordecai broke out into a fit of guffaws. Manly guffaws, mind you.

Margaret wasn't laughing though. Mordecai took note of this and looked into her eyes.

How come she always looks so tired?

"The first time she says something motherly and I feel like crap." Margaret's laugh was humorless.

"Margaret. You don't actually take that to heart do you?"

Margaret made unsure noises. Mordecai gave her a pointed look.

"It makes sense."

"People can fall in love as many times as they want! Sometimes with different people. Sometimes simultaneously." Margaret deflated in Mordecai's arms. He felt her detach. She smiled weakly.

"Can't you act like a dick so I won't miss you as much?" Margaret griped.

"Nah," Mordecai said airily. "It would destroy my suavity."

Mordecai nodded slightly as Margaret became dead silent. They then broke into uncontrollable grins and snorts and people staring from the outside probably thought they were together, the nosy pervs. Margaret warmly smiled then glanced up at the clock near the entrance. She had the most adorable freak out, in Mordecai's opinion anyway.

"Holy crap! I gotta go!" Margaret stood up and ran into the back of the shop. Mordecai followed her. She re-emerged in her regular clothes (a yellow tank top and some skinny jeans) and hung her uniform on the rack next to the telephone. "And you have to go too, I'm afraid. Closing time."

"Aww… I'd rather talk about the old times some more. The dinner dates, the break-up sex, the inevitable make-up sex…"

Margaret couldn't have faked a better "I Wanna Punch You In the Face" face.

"I'm late for a… Thing with Eileen." She rushed Mordecai up the stairs and out of the Coffee Shop.

"Fine. So I'll see you later?" Mordecai asked as Margaret locked up.

"Absolutely."

"Around 3?"

"Sure."

"Your apartment?"

"Yeah, no."

"Darn." Mordecai snapped his fingers. Margaret kissed him on the top of his head and began to jog. The spot where she kissed him seeped into his feathers; pleasantly burned into his skin.

Margaret shouted over her shoulder, "Nice try though!"

Mordecai beamed.

Well. It was worth a shot.