"Oh, cool. I watched your Swan Lake video by the way, I don't have the aesthetic discernment to say anything interesting about it but it was certainly enjoyable!"

“Thanks.”

She unpacks most all of her everything, and leaves.

Naomi arrives, does the minimum amount of setup needed to make her bed, and immediately crashes, asleep, after mumbling something about needing to do something all night.

Jaime returns with her dog - Madeline - and some miscellaneous personal possessions which declined to be put in luggage. Her dog is sleek and black and very small and very enthusiastic and very cute. Margaret is peered at with mild suspicion. 

Margaret has finished unpacking and is curled up with a book, but gets up on seeing them enter. "Aww, your dog is super cute!" She walks over, crouches down, and holds out a hand for the dog to sniff. "Who's a good little dog?"

Madeline sniffs her suspiciously, and wags her tail. “Ruff, ruff!”

”That translates to ‘I am’.”

Giggle. "She's correct!"

“Yes.”

She makes up her bed, and Madeline, after further barking and petting and wagging of tails, is set upon it. She circles around on a particularly fluffy pillow, and proceeds to nap.

She leaves, and returns - bearing groceries instead of canids, this time - and cooks. Her labors produce spanakopita, paired with a sour cream dip and oddly oblong meatballs and caesar salad. Naomi and Margaret are unceremoniously offered plates.

"Ooh, thank you!" Margaret resolves to return the favor tomorrow, and digs in. "This is excellent!" 

Naomi is drowsy and similarly appreciative.

“You’re welcome.”

She leaves, again, after having given Madeline a set of meatballs of her very own. Madeline is very excited about this, and seems to content to watch her go and mess around with some sort of tennis-ball-and-rope toy.

Jaime doesn’t get back before morning.

Margaret sleeps in a pile of fluffy blankets; she spends ten minutes in the shower and forty re-accessorizing in the living room. If Jaime still isn't there, she probably stayed over at her girlfriend's. Margaret flies off to a day of classes.

Jaime arrives in the middle of her re-accessorizing. 

She doesn’t look bedraggled, exactly, it’s tricky for a magical girl who’s had more than five seconds of free time to look properly bedraggled, but she seems pretty close. 

She’s also carrying a box of glitter and a large stuffed alligator, for some reason.

Margaret hears someone come in, finishes the ring she's working on, and drops out of starscape to see who it is. "Hi Jaime. All-nighter?" she asks sympathetically.

“Let’s go ahead and call if that.”

The stuffed alligator is given to Madeline; the box of glitter is given to a shelf. 

Sounds like not the fun kind of all-nighter, then. Or she's just tired. She wants to know if her guess that the glitter is for a performance is right, but that can wait until Jaime has had some time to sleep. She says, "Okay" and goes back to meticulously assembling her jewelry.

Jaime de-wings, removes some less comfortable parts of her outfit, and crashes face first onto her bed.

Her dog, now the proud owner of a stuffed crocodile, putters over, and contentedly curls up beside her.

She sleeps.

Aww, sleepy dog snuggles. Margaret walks out in temporarily felt-muffled shoes, then takes off for campus.

She returns while afternoon is turning into evening, bearing groceries.

Jaime is awake!

And compulsively clicking a pen. And on the phone.

”Isn’t that nice,” she says. “I think that’s your problem, actually... I’m sure... No. Fuck you... Don’t you just say the sweetest things... Don’t think so... Have you tried acupuncture, I hear it’s great. Mmhm. Try me.”

Margaret goes to say something, realizes Jaime is on the phone, and instead starts assembling the majority of her groceries into a large batch of stir-fried veggies in honey peanut butter sauce. 

Jaime, still on the phone - “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a horrible person. Yes, I’ll be over tonight” - disappears into the hallway. 

Margaret cleans up after herself, eats her bowl of stir fry and gives one to Naomi (who eats it and then promptly rushes off to a capella practice), and puts the rest in the fridge, with tomorrow's portion labeled and the rest left up for grabs. Then she settles in at her desk to do homework for three hours straight.

Jaime comes back towards the end of when she’s doing homework.

She apparently hasn’t had a moment’s starscape, yet, because that is one wicked looking gash on her cheek.

This apartment notwithstanding, most of the people Margaret interacts with aren't magical girls. She blurts out, "Oh no, are you okay?--Of course you are, you can heal--what happened?"

Jaime blinks into starscape, fixes the gash, and blinks back.

“It’s been a day.”

"I'm sorry to hear it. I hope everything's okay now?"

“Let’s go with that. How’ve you been?”

Margaret can hear "stay out of my business" when somebody says it. "I've been well. Lots of biochem homework. I'll probably be seeing carbon rings behind my eyelids tonight, but it's fun. There's stir fry in the fridge if you haven't had dinner."