"Today. Definietly today," Margret pep talks herself, splashing water on her cheeks from the basin. Margret grips the sides of it. "It has to be today." Margret stands up, adjusting her crown. She pulls at the bands in her hair, and snaps them back into place. I can do it!
After primping herself in the mirror a couple of times, rewriting a few notes, breathing exercises, Margret stepped outside, fully prepared. To fail. Ugh...Stop it Meg! You've got this!
Margret had decided today, for sure, was the day she'd admit her feelings to Arthur. Ever since he had asked her to write him a song, Margret had taken the request seriously, spending weeks writing and editing a song that would suit Arthur. And what better opportunity would it be to set up a time to confess after singing a lovely song? Margret proposed having them eat dinner, her singing the song, and finally a confession. It would be perfect.
But this is the eighth attempt when I said I'd finally ask...Margret mentally kicks herself for her nervousness. But it was hard getting Arthur's attention. He was constantly working, sometimes he'd even leave Selphia for days on a trip. Arthur was hard to come by. But even when he had less work, Margret couldn't ever muster up the courage to ask him on the date so she could confess.
Margret carries her harp, a beautiful hand crafted instrument she had for years. She had brought it with her when she left the Elven Kingdom. It brought much solace to Meg, and she carried it with her often. She makes her way to Porco's. Today I'll definitely ask him for dinner. It's simple. Just a dinner. And it'll be great. You'll be great. Calm down!
Margret makes her way up to the steps, when she sees Frey resting a hand on the wing statue not far from the airship. Margret could only see the back of her, and Frey stood there for a long time. Margret watched her.
Margret sighs. Why can't I be as pretty as Frey? She always looks so graceful. A Princess's air, I guess. Margret looks a bit longer. But why is she still standing there? Something doesn't feel right. I better go see how she's doing.
"Hey Frey. What are you doing?" Margret inquires, walking towards her.
A surprised Frey turns around in shock. "HUH?!" Frey gasps. "HAHAHAH haha hahha...hah...ha.. you scared me, Meg, hah..." Frey pants, panicked. "Are...you okay, Frey?" Margret asks, curious. She's acting real weird. Margret looks down the road, where the Bell Hotel was resided. Oh, that's it.
"Going to class?" Margret beamed. I know she's being going to Leon's classes a lot. She seems a lot brighter whenever she goes to class. She really loves them.
"Huh...Huh? Oh, no. I'm not," Frey smiles awkwardly. "You're...not?" Margret says.
"Nope." Frey replies, brushing it off.
Then why are you out here, staring at it? "Anyway, I'm going into Porco's. See you later, then!" Margret turns. "Wait! I'm joining you!" Frey follows behind her.
They walk towards the counter, where Dylas is turned to the stove. Margret sits her harp on the stand, then rests her arms on the counter, grabbing a cookie from the tray for guests. She looks to the right, were she could usually see Arthur sitting, reading or writing. But the seat was empty. Figures. He's probably out today. I'll never get the chance.
"Hey, you aren't a guest here," Dylas turns, waving a spoon. "Oh, that's true. Sorry," Margret smiles sheepishly. "I should know better." Dylas was formerly trapped in a monster form, but Frey had rescued him. Soon after, Porcoline took him in, and discovered that Dylas had a natural talent for cooking. Porcoline looked after Dylas and Margret often, like children to him. To Margret, Dylas was like an older sibling in some aspects. He was often curt, but he didn't really mean to be harsh. Dylas had a hard time expressing himself at times, but Margret never was upset at him for it. Margret herself could have trouble expressing herself.
Frey's mind seemed to be elsewhere, but she snapped back to reality to sass Dylas. "Hmph," Frey frowns. "You're too strict Dylas." Dylas grabs a towel, wiping the spoon off. "I'm just trying to do my job." Dylas grabs some utensils and sits them in the sink, his tail swinging. He steps over to the stove, placing food into a tray beside him. "Why don't you wear a hair net? There's probably horse hair in the cookies, anyway!" Frey teases him. Margret and Frey giggle together. "H-hey! There is not!" Dylas shouts, placing a tray on the counter, a steaming plate of pancakes. "With that attitude, you aren't eating anything."
"I didn't mean it!" Frey clasps her hands together, as if she were to place a prayer. "Honest!" she pleads. Dylas looks at Margret. Margret smiles. "We truly didn't! Thanks so much, Dylas!" she beams. Dylas blushes. "Y-yeah. Anytime," he grumbles, returning to the kitchen.
Frey and Margret return to a table, and Dylas soon joins them. "It's not a really busy day, so I can take a break," he explains himself, as he sits down with a cup of milk and a side of carrots. Frey picks at her food, glancing up at the door every couple of seconds. "You okay?" Margret whispers, nudging her friend. She's being really antsy."Huh? Yeah, sure. I just. Uh..."Frey taps her fingers on the table. "Sorry Dylas!" Frey suddenly blurts out, standing up. "I'll come back later to finish this. I know you just cooked it for us, but," Frey grips her hands on the chair. "I'll be back." Frey grabs her bag and rushes out the door.
"She's in a hurry, huh?" Dylas mumbles, taking a sip of milk. "I think she has class today, but she was probably avoiding it." Margret admits. However, Margret herself was feeling antsy herself. Where is Arthur? He wasn't in his office. Is the airship gone? I should've checked when I seen Frey earlier.
Dylas looks at Margret, following her gaze to Arthur's office. "He'll be down later, don't worry."
"Worry?! What do you mean, 'worry'..." Margret mumbles, blushing. She stays quiet, taking another bite of her meal. I'm so obvious that even Dylas had found out. But it's helpful, he's always dropping hints for me. And he already agreed to cook whenever I set the date with Arthur. "But you do live with him. When will he be down? Today was going to be the day..." she mutters.
"Ha! Again?" Dylas laughs. Margret sighs heavily, putting her head down into her arms. Ugh, he's right. "Ah- No! I'm sorry!" Dylas spoke, regretting his poor choice of words. "Dammit...I'm sorry," Dylas covers his mouth. "He'll be down in about an hour or two, I think. He had some reorganizing to do in his room, he had said." Dylas pokes at Margret's head. "So cheer up already. Today will be perfect for it."
Margret sits up, hopeful. "You think so? I'm so nervous though, Dylas...I wish I was as brave as Frey." Dylas frowns. "Hey. Stop selling yourself short. You have your own strengths," he lectured.
"Yeah, but in this instance, I want that strength," she mumbles. Why can't I be more confident? I'm so worried. I just want everything to turn out right."But, did you notice anything new?" Margret suddenly becomes more optimistic. She turns her head. "Huh? Huh?" She wiggles her shoulder.
Dylas stares at her. "...No?" he speaks cautiously.
"Ugh! I put more flower pins in! Today is totally going to crash and burn!" Margret buries her face into her arms again. This is the worst! It won't work out at all! I shouldn't even try!
"No! No! You look good!" Dylas tries to offer. "It's probably just me. I didn't notice. You look fine, Margret. Stop worrying."
"It's not about being 'fine', Dylas," she points a finger at him. "I need to look beautiful! This is for Arthur you know!" Dylas raises his hands in retreat. "Alright, alright I got it. I don't know...Arthur really like cute things. Especially glasses," Dylas shrugs. "Maybe that'll help?"
"...Glasses?" Margret considers the thought to herself. She did notice Arthur had a thing for glasses. He even had a whole shelf for them behind his desk. He was elated seeing glasses.
"But... I don't have any." Margret frowns. Plus I'm out of money, too. And Bado's items cost a fortune. Dylas picks up on her trail of thoughts. "I'll buy them for you, no problem," Dylas offers, rummaging through his pockets. Dylas! My savior! Margret feels elated. I knew I could count on him!
Dylas pulls out his wallet, and peeks inside. He winces. "Sorry. I forgot I just bought groceries yesterday."
"Dylas!" Margret whines. Obviously, I spoke too soon. "This will never work. Where am I going to get glasses?!"
Somehow, I feel like I'm responsible for this, Dylas begrudgingly admits to himself. He shouldn't have suggested that without having a way for her to buy any. He felt like he had to take care of it. "W-well, there's glasses over there..." he mutters, jerking his chin at Arthur's collection.
"Huh?" Margret looks over to the shelf. "From there? You want me...steal his own glasses?" Margret retorts flatly.
Dylas smiles guiltily. "Er, yeah. He probably won't mind. He has a thousand."
"They're his precious glasses! Of course he'll mind!" Margret reasons. Even if one is gone, he'll surely notice!
"All the more reason why you should wear them," Dylas stands up, grabbing Margret by the hand.
"H-hey! I don't want to go into his office without permission!" Margret whispers angrily. The last thing I want to do is upset him!
"Don't worry. I'm his roommate. If anyone get's in trouble, I'll put myself to blame," Dylas pulls Margret over to the shelf, crouching down. "If you wear one of his glasses, he'll notice for sure. And he'll find it adorable that you're wearing one of his."
Well...I guess that makes sense. But I'm not too fond of using someone's property without asking, Margret thinks to herself, as she starts to inspect the pairs. He had bifocals, winsor, brownline, and even aviators. All kinds of glasses in various colors. "How about these?" Dylas picks up a pair of glasses with thick rims. He gently places them on Margret.
Margret pushes them up with a finger, then adjusts her bangs. "How...do I look?" she asks. Dylas smiles. "Pretty cute." Dylas is shocked at his own choice of words, and starts blushing. "I-I mean, okay. Okay, I guess..." he mumbles. "Well I guess they're good then, if you like them," Margret blushes at his reaction.
"Oh. Hello, you two," Arthur suddenly arrives, closing the book in his hand. "I don't mind PDA," he smiles. "But just not in the office, perhaps?"
Margret jumps up. "N-No! That's not what it was!" she shouts. Darn it, Dylas! Dylas jumps up. "You've got it all wrong!"
"Oh. My glasses." Arthur looks at her. Margret realizes she still had them on. "Oh, oh, sorry," she mumbles, taking them off.
"No, they look really cute!" Arthur stares. Cute! He said they look cute! It's perfect! Margret feels a wave of relief. He really did like them! Dylas was right! "Then can we go on a date?!" she exclaims excitedly.
Everyone falls silent.
W-what!? Why right now?! Dylas mouths to her, with an incredulous expression. That was terrible timing! he shouts internally.
Margret registers her actions. "I-uh, I mean," Margret fumbles with words. Aw, man! I got caught up in the moment! "Uh, Dylas, wanted to cook for us!" She points to the figure behind her. "And I thought we'd be the perfect ones to try it! Seeing how well cultured you are! You probably know what a good meal is, right?!" She claps her hands together.
"Oh," Arthur blinks. "That sounds delightful." Arthur smiles, sitting in his desk chair. "Please let me know when it's done being prepared. As of right now, I have a bit of work to do, my apologies."
"Hah! Sure thing!" Margret waves to him, scurrying back into Porcoline's kitchen. "I'll let you know when everything is ready!"
Margret sits at the dining table, her legs shaking. I'm so nervous. I tell him today, right? Yeah, today. I wonder if I'll sing first, then tell him? Or tell him then sing? No, I'll sing first. That way the mood can be set.
Arthur takes a seat opposite of her. "I've just finished up reading about glowing spheres known as Gates. You'll run into them quite often while exploring. They all have different characteristics to them, but all can be eradicated, it seems." Arthur smiles as Dylas lowers a plate of salmon onigiri for Arthur, and a plate of steamed vegetables for Margret. "Enjoy your meal!" Dylas comments.
"Why, thank you Dylas! This looks fantastic," Arthur mentions, taking a bite. "Thanks! I spent a lot of time on-" Dylas stops as he notices Margret mouthing at him. Go already!
"Uh, alrighty," Dylas coughs, placing a fist to his mouth."Have a good meal!" Dylas heads upstairs. He looked at the two downstairs before taking the final steps upwards. They both were smiling and laughing. Good luck, you two. Hope everything works out. Dylas continues upwards to his room to retire for the night.