Worry in Mordecai did not have any time to grow, for seconds after CJ began to feel sick, her chocolate was regurgitated onto the floor, which Eileen had just mopped the other day. CJ continued to gag for another thirty seconds. When she had finally managed to bring her revolting moment to an end, she knew that she would have to say something to Mordecai, just to reassure him that she was fine.
"I guess that the delicious, foreign dark chocolate was just too good to be true, heh.", CJ said, smiling just a bit.
"Sorry.", Mordecai told her. "Throwing it up had never crossed my mind, but hey, I guess we all puke out foreign foods, eventually, hah hah."
"Yeah..." CJ looked to the back of the coffee shop, with some honest concern for Margaret in the restroom and Eileen, who was worrying for her on the other side of the door. And this was regardless of the fact that CJ was sick. It was a natural thing. Margaret was in there for reasons unknown. "Mordecai, you should go find out what's up with her. She's your friend, anyways..."
"Okay. Thanks." Mordecai walked over to the door that Eileen was also standing before. He was, at first, unsure of what he should do. "Margaret?" He heard her slightly gasp, hearing that he was now on the other side, too. She was finding herself too scared to develop a reply. She had to force a simple word out of her.
"What?", Margaret said, with a voice so agonized and nearly drowned in tears, Mordecai began truly wish he was on the other side.
"What's wrong, Margaret?" He knew that voice she had. He had not heard those miserable cries since he had taken her out to Steak Me Amadeus. She was in heartbreak. It had to have something to do with him. All these thoughts went through his head within a minute and she had remained silent the entire time, aside from her struggle to hold her pained weeping inside. Mordecai began to hear her voice begin to develop speech.
"I'm a- alone, I- I'm a- an id- idiot, and I- I- have no one to blame, but myself with my stupid, arrogant decisions!" The moment after she spat out those final words, she burst into moans and tears, as if she was fighting to hold it all in as she spoke.
Mordecai lowered himself so that he was now sitting on the floor, practically right next to her. He figured the door was locked, and even if it was not, she would not want anyone to see her at the time. This was the most he could do. "Margaret, don't say things like that. You're not. You're very smart. You don't have to be alone. There are a lot of guys out there for you. What's keeping you from giving some of 'em chance?"
"I always find a guy that turns out to be a loser. Every single one of my boyfriends were losers. And the one time I find a guy who's cute, and funny, and... not so much of a loser, and I've fallen for him, I throw it all away for some dream. All I've ever felt was regret since the day I walked into that university. I can't go back and just decide not to go. This... CRAP has felt like nothing more than a dumb mistake that I'll be learning from for the rest of my life!"
Mordecai could no longer fight her words into the positive, and had to accept that she was feeling this way. "As much as it made me depressed when you left, it hurts me that this is what you feel now, Margaret. You are beautiful. You are bright. You are very soft-hearted. You practically created perfect. When we first met, I wanted a perfect girl, and I thought you were. As you and I hung out more, I began to find that you're not. You're so much more and anyone should be lucky to have you on a day like this. I'm sorry that you're alone this Valentine's Day and I really don't want you to be. You can feel better now because..." He looked back at CJ, who had her hands together in front of her, waiting and hoping Margaret would just be okay. He had to do this, at least once. "Margaret, you and I will get at least just one more chance at whatever it was that we could've been if you hadn't have left. I really do want to give it another shot someday. It's okay... Happy Valentine's Day, Margaret. Please come out now."
The door-handle moved slightly, then turned, and slowly opened. The two could now see the robin, her eyes on the brink of becoming bloodshot and nearly teared out. Mordecai dragged his feet a few steps, and embraced Margaret. Eileen figured a hug from herself should wait until afterwards.
CJ was not angry. She had to accept this, for now.
The chocolate had retaliated to her stomach, but that's not the only thing it was prepared to retaliate to. The chocolates began to multiply by the second. CJ noticed immediately and nearly freaked.
"Guys!?", she yelled at all of them. People began to flee the coffee shop. The chocolates were burying CJ to the floor. Rigby, as usual, just backed away from the mess. "Will somebody help me!?" Mordecai, Eileen, Rigby, and Margaret were now blocked by a room filling with foreign chocolates. Mordecai dove into the forming pool, chocolate melting onto him the entire time, and went after his girl. The others had climbed up onto the counters and table, taking refuge from the delicious, foreign, yet hazardous, desire.
"Guess I'll be getting used to stuff like this again!", Margaret hollered.
"I've always despised foreign chocolate!", Eileen added.
Mordecai and CJ emerged from the pool, and hopped onto the counter. Regardless, the space the chocolates were occupying was practically half of the room from the floor and the walls. The chocolates were to the waist of Mordecai, CJ, and Margaret. Margaret let Eileen hop onto her shoulders and Mordecai had to force Rigby onto his.
"Ugh! What the H do they want from us!?", Rigby screamed.
"Wir sind für den Valentinstag! Wir sind für den Valentinstag! Wir sind für den Valentinstag!", the foreign chocolates began to yell, as a crowd.
"What?", CJ asked.
"As much as we all love German chocolate, we have no idea wait you are saying!", Mordecai tried to tell them. Appearantly, they actually had some knowledge, and took this into consideration.
"We are for the valentine! We are for the valentine! We are for the valentine!..."