It was right after the Frankenstein challenge and Margaret was very distraught.
"ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR I CAN'T BELIEVE WE LOST! WHAT A BUNCH OF MAROONS!"
"Vel to ve fair, you vere bossing everyone around." Olga chimed in.
"YES BUT WE COULD'VE WON IF IT WASN'T FOR THAT GIRL, AND YOU AND THOSE TWO GUYS ARGUING!" she yelled at her.
"True, vut vour yelling probably vidn't help either. Here, have beer." she handed her a bottle.
"Are you…drinking? You do know that I'm underage, and you're underage too."
"Vot in mother Russia, in homeland ve can drink beer at like 14, vor somvhing like vhat." Olga told her.
"Well regardless, it's very unbecoming, you should stop it."
"Vey, I'm just trying vo vet vou vo lighten up." she takes another sip.
Margaret puts her hands on her head. "Lighten up? LIGHTEN UP? HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO LIGHTEN UP? WE LOST THE CHALLENGE, AND YOU'RE HERE GETTING DRUNK! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIGHTEN UP!"
"Look lady, vi don't know vou very vell, vut vhat vi vould say is vo just do something to help vou de-stress. Beer alvays works vor ve. Vou should find something vhat vorks vor vou." Olga said.
"That's…actually not a terrible idea." Margaret walks back to her room.
"Good, now she's gone." Olga takes out her Russian literature book when suddenly, Margaret comes back.
"Oh by the way…"
"VHAT?" Olga jumps up, scared.
"If you ever disobey me again, CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRK" Margaret makes a throat slashing gesture at Olga.
"Ves ma'am!" Olga says scaredly, partly because she doesn't want Margaret to see her book and partially because Margaret seemed genuinely intimidating.
Margaret whispers "Good" in her ear then walks back to her room.
"PHEW!" Olga sighs. "Vow, vack vo vy book." She starts reading, but she notices something out of the corner of her eye. "Huh?" she goes to take a look. She grabs what appears to be a pink stuffed dog. "Vi wonder."
Meanwhile, Margaret was in her room. She appeared to be setting up a tea party when she notices one of her "guests" is missing.
"What? Mrs. Barkingburg is missing? I had her a minute ago!" Just then, Olga opens the door.
"Vhey, is vhis vours?" she held the pink dog in her hand. With a very red face, Margaret looks up to see that it is in fact Mrs. Barkingburg.
"I um…yes." Margaret snatches the dog away from her.
"Vook, vi can see vou're pretty embarrassed, so vi promise vot vo tell if vou von't tell about vy reading habit. Veal?"
"DEAL, NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!" Margaret slams the door on Olga. She hugs the beloved Mrs. Barkingburg. "That was close. Mama will never let you out of sight!" she rubs the stuffed dog's nose up against her own.