"Alright. If you need anything from me, let me know."

"Yeah, of course. Thanks. I'll - explain everything, if another crisis doesn't pop up. Again. Which, I give good odds for." She stares morosely at her cereal, then forces herself to take another bite.

"I'm not in a hurry. I have to get to work eventually. If you need me, call this number, they'll get ahold of me."

She leaves a sticky note on the table next to her. 

"The house is yours. Try to enjoy yourself." 

Best adult. She needed you.

"Sure. Thank you very much, um." Pause. "Can I hug you?"

"Of course."

Melissa gives good hugs.

Good, because Yvette really, really needed one.

She spends about three seconds pretending the hug is from her mom, before she stops, because that is probably going to make her start crying - too late, there she goes. Waterworks.

Melissa is less good with crying, but she offers more hug.

That is the appropriate reaction to having a sobbing Yvette. More hug: good move.

"S-Sorry," she mumbles into Melissa's shoulder, "if, you need to go to work it's, totally fine, I will binge watch shitty movies and eat all of your ice cream, I'll be okay."

"Give me a minute to make a call."

She calls, and the ensuing argument doesn't last long.

"Movies and ice cream it is."

"Oh," says Yvette in a small voice. "Um. Thank you. Okay, yes, movies and ice cream. ... Maybe not ice cream yet, it's early. But yes. Movies. And I can - talk about the everything."

"Popcorn then, I'm sure I can scare something up. There are some DVDs in the living room, I'll go hunting."

She starts to search the pantry.

Yvette can peruse the selection.

Yvette isn't super picky, honestly. Not right now. Anything that isn't some sort of romance will do fine. Though she supposes she'll aim for 'not awful' for Melissa's account.

"Okay," she agrees. "Do you have movie preferences?"

"Comedy or action, something that doesn't require thinking."

"Sounds good to me."

She picks one of those for watching, sets it up so they can watch it, and then plops onto the couch with a fluffy blanket wrapped around herself.

This is already helping. Yeah, maybe there's a crisis going on, but Yvette is a seventeen year old girl in way over her head. She kind of needs to make sure she doesn't become a snarling crazy person.

Melissa is good at vaguely supportive fun mom, if that's what Yvette needs.

She makes sure to point out which actors she thinks are cute and which scenes don't get the medical details right, but otherwise makes appropriate sounds when exciting or funny things happen.

Yvette would like her own mom, and her dad, and her sister, but 'vaguely supportive fun mom' makes a pretty decent substitute.

The movie genres picked didn't require a lot of thinking, but Yvette doesn't exactly stop. Instead her thoughts are turned towards things the cast should have done, or questioning their logic when it seems like it's got some holes in it. Occasionally, she'll predict a twist, often correctly, but not always. She's always a bit impressed when something surprises her. Even if it doesn't look like it, she's having fun.

Pointing out which actors she finds cute doesn't really happen, but she will weigh in on ones Melissa's called attention to. She likes people with a lot of charisma, not just a lot of fine cheekbones and chiseled abdominal muscles.

Melissa is impressed by her predictions, though less so with this sort of movie. She's more impressed with how she picks apart their decisions. 

Her own tastes do run to cheekbones in general, but she seems to prefer a kind smile to chiseled abs. 

Yvette is hopefully neither snarling nor crazy when the movie ends. 

"We should do this again. It'll give you a chance to unwind."

Watching and critiquing a movie does seem to have calmed her down a lot. She's neither snarling nor crazy nor crying at the end of it. In fact, she's smiling faintly.

"Agreed. Though not, ah - to the point where you miss work again. Some sort of weekend thing, maybe? Does Scott like stupid movies?"

"Sure, we can make it a regular thing. Stiles might want to join in sometimes, if that's not a problem."

"It should be fine. He's been nicer lately, maybe he's taken pity on my poor soul."

"His family was a big help after the divorce. A lot of people liked my husband, though I still don't get the appeal. Stiles himself...he's smart but not really practical, and kind of obnoxious. I hope he wasn't too awful. I'll talk to him." 

"Don't worry about it," assures Yvette. "He was actively rude when he thought I was a - magic fraud of some kind, come to betray them at a key moment and attempt to kill everyone. Now he's been enlightened on the subject of my not being evil, and is just sort of himself, which is tolerable."

"I'll talk to him anyway. There are degrees of obnoxious with him, I'll talk him down." 

She busies herself with cleaning up. 

"My supervisor won't mind that much, anyway. I'll just work an extra shift this week. It's a bit of extra paper-pushing, that's all." 

"All right," she says, with a touch of hesitation. To both parts, really.

Melissa does, at this point, have to get ready. She can set Yvette up for lunch first. Does she want leftovers or should she leave her with menus?