There was a very rare sight in the bedroom of happy of MHA #11 tonight. The place was in disarray, clothes scattered and thrown haphazardly around the room
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Daisy stopped herself again just short of shouting toward the door that she'd be there in a minute; it was bad enough she was doing the Nothing to Wear routine. She was not about to take the plunge from not batting an eye about answering the door in your undies to making a guy wait while you made sure everything was decent.
So she bounced across the living room, habitually checked the peephole and then opened up the door. "Hullo, Ben!"
And she was chalking the slightly flusteredness of it to it being a very energetic bouncing and nothing at all to do with the marathon dress changing.
"Hi," Ben said. The look on his face made it clear that he hadn't expected Daisy to answer the door in that state of dress. "Is that what you're wearing out? Because, trust me, I'm not complaining, but I'm not sure any place is going to let us in no matter how much they might want to."
"Oh, bless, no," said Daisy with a laugh. "I got us oh so handwavey reservations at Cafe Fina; I don't think they'd let me in like this. You just caught me in the middle of things."
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And so he walked across the hall and knocked on the door.
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So she bounced across the living room, habitually checked the peephole and then opened up the door. "Hullo, Ben!"
And she was chalking the slightly flusteredness of it to it being a very energetic bouncing and nothing at all to do with the marathon dress changing.
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