“Think I did the right thing?”
Maggie looked up from her book to see Taylor lazing on the bed, looking at the ceiling with a worried look. The girl had been having a staring contest with the upper part of the room for the better part of an hour, after filling Maggie in on everything that transpired.
Maggie sighed and closed the book, “Well, you established a clear boundary and how this is going to work. Or do you mean the entire scenario of that group existing and knowing you exist?”
“All of it? Something…dunno, maybe I am overthinking this, but this whole thing is still…out of this world,” Taylor gestured widely with her arms before they flopped back onto the bed, “Ugh, not to mention she wants me to meet them…”
“Well, you could pop over there, stay for a bit while you talk it over and pop back when you feel like it.”
“Yeah…” Taylor rolled over, “But that still means I have to talk to them.”
“Neutral ground?”
“Not a good idea, will need a lot of place and I really don’t want any iconography to even be inspired by this event.”
“Yes, because overpriced low-quality capitalism brands are perfect breeding grounds for iconography,” Maggie snarked, causing a small sporfl to come from Taylor at that image, “Only of holiest of churches can have the image of the goddess’s chosen sipping a pumpkin spice latte, while the rest have Frappuccino’s.” Taylor’s shoulders were shaking from the silent laughs. Maggie smiled, happy to at least lighten the others spirit enough.
Then Taylor’s phone dinged. When seeing whom the message was from, she groaned, “Dana just sent me a list of what they think could use some changes,” She threw the phone where the pillows are, “Ahh! I don’t want to think about them now!” Taylor complained
Maggie considered the options…and decides to go for the big guns, “Well…we can always go have some fun.”
Taylor looked at her curiously, “Like what?”
Maggie gave a teasing smile, “I have been wondering…how I would look like with blond hair.”