6.

"Don't be stingy with that sugar!" Don lifts Margaret off the ground, as he usually does when hugging her, and sighs deeply when he releases. "You get more and more gorgeous each time I see you, Margaret."

"Thanks Don," Margaret giggles.

Eileen is watching from the balcony, and she has the biggest grin on her face. Margaret has no idea why she didn't hook Don and Eileen up earlier. It made more sense then her silly crush on Rigby. Then again everything made more sense when you took Rigby out of the equation.

"How's Rigbone? You know he doesn't answer my emails. Or texts. Or phone calls."

"That's because he's ignoring you, Don."

Don snaps his fingers, "You know what he needs? A cookie basket. A cookie basket to break the ice. Big brothers are like that."

"Margaret, I was telling Don about New York," Eileen interrupts. "Would you mind if he came along?"

Margaret looks at Don in surprise. "Really Don? I thought you hated the city."

Don waves her off with a hearty chuckle and starts towards the balcony. Margaret follows.

"Hate is a strong word. I was just a bit blue because I was away from family and friends. New York can be a lonely place without the right people."

Eileen looks out to the wide stretch of white. Snow had always fascinated her. Snow fascinates everyone, Margaret thinks.

"We can go to the top of the Empire State building, Don," Eileen says, turning away from the view. She adds, with a blush, "We can go, just us two if you want."

Don and Eileen share an adorable look, but Margaret is distracted by her phone going off. She grabs it from her pocket and excuses herself as she heads back inside.

"Hello," Margaret says. She did not expect any calls today.

"With your otherworldly powers, I'm surprised you don't already know," Mordecai's voice teases.

"Mordecai?" Margaret asks, and apparently she's pretty loud because out of the corner of her eye, Margaret can see Eileen startle and stare at her. Margaret shuts the balcony door so Don and Eileen can't hear her.

"Margaret hey!"

"How'd you get my number?"

"Well, I've been stalking you and stole it from your boss and you gave it to me! Remember?"

Margaret takes a moment and then remembers. Yeah she had. Right before he left yesterday night, Margaret had given it to him on a napkin and told him he'd better call. Mordecai smiled at her brightly, but rubbed at his head.

"Oh! Oh yeah, I totally forgot, I'm sorry," Margaret laughs embarrassed. "What's up?"

"Nothing much," Mordecai answers. Margaret listens close and it sounds like Mordecai's alone. There's no background noises. "I was waiting for Benson to come home from the park and now I'm calling my good friend Margaret, the Psychic Coffee Server."

"Aren't you sweet?"

"I know right? I should get like, free coffee for life, that's how considerate and thoughtful I am."

"Yeah, no."

Mordecai is laughing and Margaret is laughing, but once she turns around she notices that Eileen is still staring at her while Don is trying to seem totally unaware of what's going on.

And neither of them are laughing.

"Margaret?" Mordecai calls her name out again, "Margaret you okay? Do I need to call back?"

Margaret avoids their gaze while speaking, "Sorry, I... I'm doing something with a friend and she's giving me the third degree over here."

"I know how that is," Mordecai says, "Rigby's the same way when he's on the phone with his girlfriend. Can't even look at him without getting daggers thrown at my head."

Margaret feels herself turn into stone.

"So I think I should go," she says, trying to keep her voice from failing.

Mordecai makes a whiny noise,"Benson's gonna take forever! You sure you can't sneak into the bathroom and-"

"I promise to talk to you tomorrow."

"Fine, fine. I'm holding you to that. Now go off and salvage your friendship." Margaret pulls the phone from her ear, but can hear Mordecai asking her to wait. She pulls it to her ear again. "Margaret?" he asks.

"Yes?" asks Margaret, curiously.

"Being friends with you is the easiest thing in the world."

He could have said anything, really. 'Goodbye' or 'Have a nice day' or another one of those generic things people tell each other when they hang up the phone. But this is Mordecai we're talking about. He's an artist. He thinks too much and Margaret feels her insides jump when the words tumble from his mouth.

Margaret smiles weakly.

"Birds of a feather," she says.

Silence. Then Mordecai's voice is back, somewhat depleted.

"I swear you... Nevermind. Nevermind. Bye Margaret."

Margaret shoves the phone back into her pocket. She turns back to the balcony doors and Eileen is standing there.

Margaret swallows and opens her mouth, but Eileen just shakes her head and walks past Margaret and into her own bathroom saying "please don't, please don't, please don't" over and over again.