3 - The Wonder Girlfriends

Within a day, cute girls aside, Serena was bored.

In any other week, she was pretty sure everyone would have been around. There should have been frequent threats to the 'come over and suffer our cooking' sort of deal. Or worse: 'deal with us suffering our own cooking', deal. Serena truly did not understand how someone who lived around her sister for an extensive amount of time had not figured out how to cook. But there weren't, as everyone was busy with their educations, while she had done all of hers for the week.

She had a horrible urge to make pies and bring them around like those American movies. She just needed that weird style of dress, whatever it was called. Even Maria admitted she was the better baker of the two of pastry dough did have an illogical hatred of her sister. She babysat too often.

What would Kanade-san look like in a Western dress? In an early 50's dress? Serena snorted before she could stop herself. That sounded hilariously bad. Kanade-san was nothing but angles and sharpness, her curves purely for her bust and rear only. ... Not that she'd looked! But the few minutes they had been together in the same room was enough for her to start making guesses. She shouldn't be greedy though. Kanade-san was only a family friend and Serena was jumping to conclusions way too fast.

Thinking that did not stop her from trying to imagine Kanade in anything remotely resembling a dress. It didn't end well. "She's been in a dress before though," she told herself because she had before Maria had taken her place in the idol duo with Tsubasa. She had been in short skirts and casual dresses and – gods.

Boy, it was a good thing they had not met before.

The doorbell rang and Serena felt her heart race like a hopeful puppy for a pig ear. Still, she had to control herself here. She went to the door in cautious steps, already mentally fumbling over a greeting because these had to be either really good or at least not embarrassing oh she was screwed.

Then she opened the door to Kirika and Shirabe holding hands, Shirabe with a batch of cupcakes precariously balanced between her twin tails. Serena hid her disappointment by dragging them inside before the three of them had to play sweets juggle.

"Hi," she said, smiling because while she would have liked to see Kanade she also really liked to see her big sister's pet projects – good friends. They were the fun ones, even though Shirabe acted exactly the opposite of fun if you didn't know her. "What brings you by?"

"Maria has Netflix," Shirabe supplied, setting the plastic container down. "And you understand trigonometry."

"By the split ends of my hair," Serena said dryly, but she was smiling. "All right, fine. I'll help, just help me pick something to make for dinner."

Kirika grinned. Serena regretted saying that immediately.

Within minutes, Kirika had to be batted towards the remote and away from the canned albacore and the eggs. Now she was cooing at romantic anime while Shirabe leaned on her in that way that seemed completely and utterly not innocent. Serena doubted it actually was no matter what her sister thought.

But they'd better be while she was here. Otherwise, she would have evidence. There was nothing more terrifying than a younger sibling with evidence and someday, they would learn that.

Hopefully.