Saturday morning dawned bright and clear, which of course didn't mean anything because neither Will nor Irma was awake before close to noon. When the call was made, though, both were glad to meet at Will's house again before hooking up with the others for the day.

"Will, hon, are you okay in there?" her mom called. "I never knew you to take so long in the bathroom before..."

"I'm fine mom", came the response. "I'll be out soon."

And so she was, just in time to answer the door. It was a perfect compliment to her attempted sly look the night before - whatever Irma had been expecting to see when the door opened, Will - with her hair pulled into a very short pony-tail and wearing a lace skirt and open blouse over her regular t-shirt and jeans - wasn't it. For the moment all was quiet, while Will smiled pleasantly and Irma tried to get her voice working again.

"I... wi... you..."

"Hi", Will said simply as she stepped back so her friend could enter. "How's it going?"

After a few more seconds' silence, Irma regained herself and stepped inside. "Wow... you look spectacular!"

"Will!" Susan called up the stairs again. "Your friend is..."

"Right here, mom."

Her mother started and looked over. "Oh, sorry hon, I didn't notice. You certainly are dressed nicely."

"Thanks." She took her friend's hand. "C'mon Irma, I have to... pick up a few things out of my room."

"More than a few things", her mom muttered.

Irma followed Will into her room, stepped aside so the door could be shut behind her...

...and was wrapped in a gentle hug, which she gladly returned with the addition of a sigh.

They stood there like that for a long moment, until Irma whispered, "So, does this mean a yes to... y'know... us?"

"Hmm..." Will responded softly before taking a step back. "I'd say you're a good fit."

"Want a receipt?"

"Nah, I doubt I'll be taking you back anytime soon."

"Good, because my mom would probably find that creepy."

"Thank you Irma, murderer of seriousness."

They shared a laugh. "So", Irma asked, "does this mean things are going to be different now?"

"I don't think so." Will slipped her backpack over one shoulder. "I mean really... what do you do when you date someone? You go to the mall, go to the movies, go to restaurants, hang out, talk... We do all those things anyhow. We'll just add another thing or two when nobody else is looking." She leaned in close. "Y'know one thing I like about you?"

Irma's pulse quickened - they were nose-to-nose again. "My, um, witty remarks?"

"Your eyes. Such a pretty green..." she closed her eyes slowly. "...like frogs."

Irma felt the urge to laugh clearly, but she wasn't about to let a little giggle spoil a perfectly good kiss. So instead she just closed her eyes and waited for the sweet touch of... felt? She opened her eyes and came face-to-face with Will's plushie frog.

This time it was too much, and she lost it, giggling until Will's hand on her shoulder brought her back to reality. "Methinks I've been had."

"And after all the times you've been the one to do the having, I think it's long overdue." Will returned her frog to the usual spot on her desk, and the two of them went back down and out of the house.

"Y'know, I thought of two things." Irma said as they walked along.

"What's that?"

"Well, first of all, you were right last night." She gave Will the sly smile again. "I do love watching you transform."

A day or two ago Will might have blushed at that revelation, but for the moment she simply kept walking. "And what's the other thing?"

"I need to find a camera. Because when Cornelia sees you looking prettier than her, she's going to have kittens."

END.