Blair smiled. "And what a lovely home it is."
"Thank you, most of the decor from the living room was thought of by Morticia." Gomez explained and wrapped his arm around his wife's slim waist.
"It's beautiful." Blair concluded. She then turned to Morticia. "I love your dress, Mrs. Addams."
"Thank you, dear." Morticia was happy to take the compliment. "And I must say your attire is quote stunning as well.
"Oh, thanks." Blair smiled.
As for Wednesday, her eyes were practically about to pop out of her head. Usually, her beautiful mother would get a stare and a My... what an interesting, onsomble that is. Where did you... find it? And that translated to, How the hell do you walk in that thing? How do you breathe?
Máma then walked in. "Dinner's ready!" She yelled, unphased by the guests.
Oh, God. Wednesday thought. Now they would surely run for the hills. Her grandmother looked and even sometimes acted dead.
"Sweet, what's for dinner?" Lacey asked.
"Lacey." Blair scolded.
"Oh, sorry." Lacey looked down, awkwardly.
Blair then turned her attention towards Mr. and Mrs. Addams. "Oh, I don't want to impose." She said.
"Nonsense!" Gomez smiled. "We'd be happy to have a friend of Wednesday's eat with us."
Máma sighed. "I sure hope you're both hungry. There's enough food in there to feed an army."
They were all settled in their seats at the dinner table now, after Blair and Lacey had been introduced to Pugsley and Pubert. Máma had finally served everyone their food.
"It looks... delicious." Lacey stated after Blair eyed her. "Umm... what is it?"
"It's Máma's old recipie, her spécialité de la maison." Morticia said, and looked at her husband.
"Oh, Tish..." Gomez groaned and kissed her hand and her fingers.
Lacey, uncomfortable looked down at her plate. Whereas Blair acted like this was a regular occurence and said nothing.
Wednesday was worried now about how Blair would react to her parents. Her father practically lost control around her mother, and it tended to make some people... uneasy.
Máma rolled her eyes. "It's Gopher Goulash and Sheep-Eyes."
"Oh." Lacey seemed a bit sick. "That's... nice."
Blair ate it right up. "It's delicious." She turned to Máma. "You're a fabulous cook."
"Thanks, I try." Máma looked over at her daughter and son-in-law. Afraid this would turn into something else at the table, she loudly cleared her throat.
Gomez seemed a bit lost but got oriented. "Oh, yes, back to dinner."
The storm was even worse now, but Lurch was helpful enougght to bring the car into the Addams' garage. It was nightfall, and Blair was worried about going back out in the storm.
"Blair..." Morticia looked out the window. "Perhaps you should stay the night here."
"Oh, you've been kind enough. I wouldn't want you to have to put up an extra bed."
"It's quite alright, Blair. For some reason, we don't typically have guests so the guestrooms aren't in the best condition. There's hardly any dust on the window panes."
Gomez chimed in. "They'd look a bit better if we had known you were coming."
"Thank you." Blair smiled.
Lacey now seemed to be getting used to the bizzare family. The mrs. reminded Lacey of her sister.
The sisters were then settled in for the night and climbed straight into bed.
"Blair?" Lacey asked.
"What?"
Lacey laughed. "These people are literally your soul."
"Uh-huh." Blair shook her head. "Well, they're taste is magnificent. And their house is beautiful."
"That's what I mean." Lacey rolled her eyes. She then noticed her sister seemed a bit glum. "Something's wrong."
"Hmm?"
"I said, something's wrong."
"What's the matter?"
"You tell me. You seem down." Lacey explained.
"I'm fine. I just..." She sighed. "I don't wanna burden you."
Lacey laughed. "We're sisters. I burden you all the time."
"I know." Blair sighed again. "It's Wednesday's parents."
"What about them? You usually like..." Lacey struggled to fabricate the right word. "eccentric people."
"No, they couldn't be better hosts. I just wish..." Blair paused. "I wish sometimes that guys... looked at me that way. Ya know?"
Lacey was confused. "You wanna get ravished at the dinner table?"
"Lacey." Blair noticed that ever since her sister could talk, she was nothing if not blunt. "Okay, yes! Yes, I do! I want passion, and love and someone I could live and die with. Is that so wrong? I get worried that I'm gonna spend life... and the afterlife, alone sometimes."
"Oh." Lacey felt bad for her older sister. "Ya know, you're really pretty." Lacey said.
"Thank you, Lacey, but-"
"No, I mean it. A lot of girls would give their literal heart to have your chest. A size 38D? Dude, you have curves. And not even just the way you look, that's not what it's about. You are crazy talented, and nice. You love kids, and your very passionate. You put a huge amount of effort into everything you do! Any guy would be lucky to be with you. It's their own stupid fault if they can't see that."
Blair was about to cry. "Thanks, Lacey." She then blew out the candles. "Now get some sleep."