*I'm so sorry to have forgotton! I own NONE if this! Well, expect Lillian...and maybe the plot...but the rest is owned by Richard O'Brien, our God. I'm so sorry!

Frank watched as Lillian sipped her wine. She never spoke unless spoken to the whole dinner. She finished eating, and then helped Magenta clear the table. Frank went up to the lab, and Riff Raff followed. Magenta went to clean dishes, and Lillian followed Columbia. Up in their room, Columbia asked "Can i paint your nails?" in her screechy voice.

"Sure. But is that all you two do in your free time? Nails? Sheesh..."

"Well, no...nails, or watch the monitors, Magenta spies on Riff Raff, and I like to dress up! And tap dance!"

"Oh...wait, tap dance?"

"Yeah! I would right now, but I feel a bit full."

"Oh. Okay. But you have to show me. I used to dance too! Althought not tap...more like, yeah...Nevermind."

"No, tell me!"

"Its nothing!"

"You sure?"

"Sure. Now, wanna paint my toe nails?" Lillian gave a half smile.

"Yuppers!" Columbia got a box. A box about the size of a cookie tin. A large one.

"So what colors do you want? I can do pink, purple, red, I have this one shade of red, but it's Magenta's and she doesn't know I have it, I have colored pens and can draw flowers on your toes, but that would involve alot of time, do you have alot of time to spare? I could also do one with hearts on them..." She continued her rambles, as Lillian sat there, thinking to herself. She was brought back into the real world when Columbia asked "Lillian? Lil? Lilly?"

"Hm? Yes? Oh, how about, some flowers. Yes, some lovely green flowers with purple centers."

"Okay!" She got right on it, as Lillian reamerged herself in her thoughts.

'That was good wine earlier...I wonder why I was the only one drinking it...'

'Maybe Frank isn't mad at me anymore...'

'This girl is a nut. But a very nice nut.' Thinking that she smiled.

'My belly sure does hurt.'

Snapped out of her thoughts yet again, Magenta came in, saying nothing, and lay on her bed.

"Hello magenta!" cried Columbia. "Hello." she yawned, then said "I will be sleeping. Wake me and die."

By the time Magenta was asleep, Columbia had the monitor tuned to a local station, and they were watching some sci-fi movie, as Columbia continued her work on the nails. She rattled on and on about the castle, and how Lillian would soon get used to it, and how crazy it could be at times.

"Yeah...crazy. Riight."

"What? It's true! Once Riff Raff tired to cook, see, Magenta was sick, and he almost burnt the place down! But it's a stone building, so it didn't burn down. Just blackened the kitchen."

"Heh. That's funny. Say, Who's Eddie, and why does he always roam through the house? I'm always affraid he'll walk in while I'm getting dressed or somthing!"

"Oh, my Eddie? He's such a sweetie. And don't worry, he wouldn't walk in on ya! He knocks first. Always." she grinned at the thought of Eddie, her boy. "Well, that's reasuring."

Outside the door, Riff Raff walked by. He peered in. "Hi Riffy!" called Columbia.

"Hello. Is Magenta resting?"

"Yeah. Try back later." she shrugged, but in walked Riff Raff.

"Good night, my most beautiful sister." He kissed her forehead, and walked away.

As he left, Columbia looked at Lillian. "Yes?" "Can I ask you somthing?"

"Sure."

"Do you like Riffy? Like...like-like Riffy?"

"Riff Raff? No! The man, boy, person, whatever age he is, scares me more so than anything. Nah, I don't like him. He's kind to me, and I try to be kind to him. That's it."

"Well, an I tell ya a secret?"

"Sure."

"Well..."