Author's Note: it's been awhile since I updated any of my stories and the feedback on the last chapter was very appreciated, so I hope you guys like this chapter! Sorry for the wait!

Frank had called for a "family meeting" that morning in the dining room, putting an emphasis on the word family. The reasoning for the meeting neither of the siblings, sleepy-eyed and still dressed in their night clothes, could have guessed. They shuffled into the room at the designated 8 am, rubbing their eyes and pulling their robes closed around themselves, Frank waited for them in his usual spot at the head of the table, tapping his nails impatiently. His make up for the day was already finished and pristine as ever, though his hair still remained twisted in their pink curlers. He donned a pair of matching silk pajamas, to which both siblings were grateful he had chosen to wear for once.

"I'm glad you both could join me this morning." He smiled, digging his spoon into the grapefruit slice in front of him and taking a dainty bite. "We have important matters to discuss."

Riff groaned and rolled his eyes. "Was the subject really so important it couldn't have at least waited until the sun came up?" The two locked eyes, challenging each other. Magenta found herself annoyed at how these two could go at each other's throats so early in the morning. Neither seemed to be backing down and they held their gazes for a few moments longer until Frank seemed to get bored and returned to his breakfast.

"I hired new help."

The siblings now turned their eyes to each other, mirroring expressions of both surprise and disbelief. Riff sputtered, "That can't be possible, we just moved to this planet a month ago and just recently found the means of transportation, how in Transsexual did you manage to meet someone?" Magenta could see him putting the pieces together in his head while she did the same, trying to recall a time when she even saw Frank leave the castle grounds. The most activity she had seen from him was when he would occasionally go for a stroll around the property when he got too frustrated with Riff Raff and, in his exact words, "had to leave the house before he threw something, or worse."

Frank smirked and set his spoon down, folding his hands in front of him. He was so obviously enjoying the inner turmoil he was causing. "Let's just say I have my ways and leave it at that." He enunciated each word more than the last, very firmly suggesting they speak no more of the subject. "She will be arriving later and joining us for dinner, so be on your best behaviors!"

He got up from his chair and strutted out of the room, leaving his half eaten grapefruit behind and the siblings staring at each other dumbly.

Magenta had been left with the tasks of not only preparing the meal for tonight, a roast that was to be cooked exactly to Frank's liking, but also making sure the castle was spotless looking. That meant sweeping away all the cobwebs it had aquired over the last month and even licking the dirt from the floors herself if it wasn't up to Frank's standards. From the look of his anxiety over the evening, one might have guessed he was trying to impress whoever it was that was to be joining them.

Riff poked his head into the theater as Magenta was shoving some boxes behind the satin curtain. She wiped the dust off on her apron and contiuned sweeping half-heartedly, despising Frank more and more with every stroke of the broom across the stage floor. She could see Riff watching her from the corner of her eye but remained silent, too annoyed to speak to even him. He must have sensed this, however, and left his hiding spot in the doorway and moved towards her, extending his hand to her as he got closer. She looked at it and ignored the gesture coldly, focused on her cleaning.

"Dance with me." He said, leaving his hand out for her to take. She continued to ignore it.

"Riff, I'm not in the mood. Frank has me practically on my hands and knees scrubbing every inch of this damned castle just so he can probably get shagged tonight." She retorted, annoyed, turning her back to him and moving away to sweep a different part of the stage. Her coldness didn't deter Riff and he followed her, arm still extended.

"But.. we aren't at the castle." He suggested playfully, an inside joke only they knew. As children, both of them had wild imaginations. They loved playng pretend, whether it be doctors or international space travelers, they were always trying to imagine themselves somewhere else. He could see her becoming less tense as he continued to speak. "We're back on Transsexual.. its night-time and we're at our favorite spot on the beach.. the moon is reflecting on the waters. It's just us, no castle, no Frank, no Earthlings, no responsibilities. Your favorite song is playing." He began humming.

She turned around, her features softening as she reached out and took his hand. He spun her around, the broom falling to the floor with a quiet thud. They remained in each other's embrace and slow danced, Magenta resting her head on Riff's shoulder.

"How do you do that?" She pondered, nestling her head against his neck. Her bad mood was almost non existent now.

"Do what?" He asked, still humming in her ear.

"Always know exactly what to say to make me feel better."

He spun her once more and pulled her back close to his chest, sweeping a red curl from her face. "I know you better than myself, my dear."

They continued swaying along to the song only they could hear.

The dining room was in flawless condition by the time dinner rolled around. Even after their dance break, and a bit of Riff Raff's help, Magenta managed to get the rest of the castle cleaned and the meal prepared before their "guest of honor" arrived. Frank even had them break out the good china and set an extra fork down for dinner. The doorbell rang it's old melodic chime at precisly 6 o'clock as Frank had anticipated and he sent Riff to greet them, still fussing nervously with his outfit and making sure his hair was curled to perfection.

Magenta lingered behind him on the staircase, watching as he opened the door and let their guest in. A chipper female voice floated into the room and she peeked over the banister to see a short, red-haired female following in tow, looking around the castle in awe. This was probably an unusual sight for any Earthling. Castle's couldn't be a common thing seen around Denton, and Magenta wondered what lie Frank had told the poor girl to lure her here.

"You can leave your coat with me, Miss...?" Riff trailed off, unsure of her name. Frank never gave it to either of them.

"Columbia!" She squeaked, polietly handing him her jacket. Underneath she wore a pair of tight, blue bell-bottom pants and a bright orange top that tied at her breasts. She was obiviously trying to impress Frank as much as he was trying to impress her, and Magenta wasn't in the slightest bit surprised he had hired them to cater his date with the young girl.

Riff Raff threw her coat down the on steps and directed her towards the dining room, staring straight ahead to avoid any eye contact with her chest. Magenta took pleasure in his loyalty towards her as she followed silently behind them, unseen.

Frank was waiting once again at the head of the table, a crystaline wine glass perched in his hand. When they entered the room, he stood, crossing over to Columbia and kissng her hand, leaving a lipstick stain behind. He muttered his usual, charming line, something he picked up from an Earthling book. She wasn't sure if he knew what it meant, but he said he liked the sound of it. "Enchanté."

Columbia giggled almost childishly, her face flushing a red almost identical to that of her hair. Magenta looked at the two with a scowl, disgusted at how easily everything came to Frank.

"It's a pleasure to have you in our humble abode. These are my servants, Riff Raff and Magenta." He gestures at the duo, both of which appeared underdressed compared to Frank, still dressed in their clothing from doing chores. They both were displeased by the term "servants."

"I'm pleased to meet ya!" She chirped, smiling a toothy grin. She gestured to Magenta's frizzy curls. "I like your hair!"

Frank cleared his throat, directing her attention back to him, and smiled widely. "Anyways, shall we eat?"

To be continued..