"Bree! Bree, wait up!" Morgan called as she hurried after her angry friend. Bree stopped suddenly and turned to face her as if everything were okay, "Yes?"

"Don't do it," Morgan replied.

"Don't do what?" Bree asked, a small frown appearing in her face.

"Whatever you are planning. You're only going to hurt yourself," Morgan predicted kindly.

Bree sighed softly and smiled, "Yeah, you're right. I just don't know what else to do." She paused and Morgan was about to reply when she cut her off, "I know what you're going to say. Talk to him. It's just not as easy as it seems."

"I know," Morgan smiled sympathetically. "But it is necessary. So how about we skip the bitter festivities and go right to the reconciliation."

"Brilliant. What would I do without you?" Bree asked.

"Dump every guy you date," Morgan replied, with wide innocent eyes.

"I wasn't actually asking," Bree said, glaring teasingly.

"So, I'm going to go home and you are going to..." Morgan said leadingly.

"Talk to Robbie," Bree replied.

"And you're not going to stop to..." Morgan started again.

"Try and conceive or carry out any plans of revenge," Bree rolled her eyes.

"And..." Morgan said.

"I'm not going to run off before we've worked things out," Bree said boredly.

Morgan laughed, "Good deal. You have fun now."