Cordelia was sat in her room putting the finishing touches on her make-up when she heard the sound of little feet running down the hall. She heard them slow at about the time she heard her door creak open. A small blonde head peaked in, searching the room for Cordelia until her eyes landed on her's through the mirror she was using to apply her make-up. Olivia bolted across the room and looked up at her mother, studying the way she was applying her mascara. "What are you doing Mamma?" she asked. Cordelia looked down and remembered that she had yet to tell her daughter that she was meeting Misty soon. "Well honey, you remember Misty right?" At this the girl's eyes lit up and a smile grew on her face. "Is she coming over?" she asked innocently. Cordelia had to chuckle at this, "No baby, she's not coming over. Maybe another time though? I forgot to tell you earlier, but I am going to meet her for dinner tonight? You are going to stay here with the girls if that's okay?"Olivia's face had fallen when her mother had said that Misty wasn't coming over, but it brightened just as quickly when she said that she might later. Now she just looked somewhat confused. "Why can't I come with you and see Misty again? I liked her Mamma," she said. "I know you like her, but sometimes grown-ups like to get together to talk about things that you would just find boring. Hanging out with the girls here is never boring, right?" Cordelia asked, hoping her daughter would understand what she was trying to say.
Olivia seemed to perk up at this, "They are never boring! We always have a lot of fun, 'specially when Madison lets me do her hair and make-up," Olivia said proudly. Cordelia has many fond memories of coming home late from some coven affair or another to find one Madison Montgomery, eyeliner and lipstick smeared across her face with hair doing god knows what, with a smug looking Olivia behind her. Madison would only giver her a look that said "if you tell anyone, I will kill you, supreme or not," which would only earn a giggle from Cordelia before she would make her way upstairs so they could continue whatever they were doing. That was one relationship that she would never truly understand.
"So, you're okay with me going to see Misty tonight?" Cordelia inquired. Olivia only shook her head, clearly indicating that she didn't mind. Cordelia picked her up and placed her in her lap so that she could run her fingers through her curls. Olivia leaned back into her chest, letting her mother do whatever she wanted to her hair. Cordelia pulled it up into a loose ponytail before she looked at herself one last time in the mirror, satisfied with her appearance, and set the girl down. She had already gotten dressed, choosing a simple black and white floral top paired with black skinny jeans, so she was ready to head downstairs. She grabbed her daughter's hand and led her out of the bedroom, closing the door on their way out. Once downstairs, she let the girl go as she ran off to pester Madison who was reclining on the sofa. Cordelia checked the time and realized that she needed to leave soon or she would be late meeting Misty. She walked over to the girls and looked at the three council members who were gathered there. "You guys know the drill, if anything goes wrong, call me. I don't care what it is, if you think I need to know, call me and I will come straight home, got it?" The three rolled their eyes in unison. "We know Cordelia," Queenie sighed out, "this isn't the first time we've been in charge of the brat". At this, Olivia stuck her tongue out at Queenie, making the human voodoo doll to return the gesture. Cordelia smiled softly before leaning over and placing a kiss on her daughter's forehead. "I'm not sure what time I will be home, but remember that she needs to be in bed by 9:30 at the latest." With this, Cordelia grabbed her small black purse and made her way out of the large white doors of the academy.
She headed down the street, choosing to walk since where she needed to be was only a few blocks away. With a couple of lefts and rights, she arrived at the street corner that Misty had told her to meet her at. She looked down at her phone to see that she was about ten minutes early. When she looked back up, she saw a familiar face jogging toward her. "I wanted to beat you here, but it seems that didn't happen," Misty smiled at her. Cordelia took a moment to take in the other woman. The cream colored dress suited her and made her long, curly blonde hair stand out even more. Cordelia approved. She caught Misty doing the same to her, but chose to let it go without a comment to the other woman. "Should we get goin' then?" Misty asked. Cordelia nodded and the younger woman looped their arms together, walking at a leisurely pace down the sidewalk.
"So, you know my day wasn't that excitin'. How has yours been?" Misty asked as she made eye contact with Cordelia. "About the same as yours. I tried to do some paperwork, but that proved to be futile since one of my girls kept interrupting me. I did get some work done in planning the event we have coming up, so I guess my day has been somewhat productive," Cordelia responded. Misty nodded along to what she was saying, humming in response. At about this time, they had arrived at a small cobblestone alley way. Misty started to turn, but Cordelia hesitated. Misty looked back at her, judging the slight fear in dark brown eyes. She again found her blood beginning to boil because someone must have caused her to react like that. She took Cordelia's hand, "Do you trust me?" Misty asked. Cordelia found herself only hesitating for a second before replying, "Strangely enough, I do". And she did. She couldn't figure out why, but she trusted the woman who had taken her hand. Misty's face broke out into a huge grin. "Good, because the place I wanted to take you to is right down here," Misty replied. "I know it doesn't look like much, but I promise you it's the best food in New Orleans". Cordelia allowed Misty to lead her into the alley way and she soon realized that they were approaching a dark green wooden door. Misty pushed it open and Cordelia was immediately hit with the smell of food. A man situated right inside asked them if it would just be the two of them. Misty nodded and they were led to a small booth in the back. The place was unlike any that Cordelia had been to in New Orleans. It had exposed brick walls and a cozy atmosphere and she could see why Misty would enjoy coming here. It fit the other woman. After they ordered their drinks, Misty turned to Cordelia. "So, what would you like to talk about?"