Margot understood what Eliza meant, which led her to nod like an energetic puppy would wag its tail in front of someone it was fond of. "Exactly. It's the one day out of the entire week where I can eat junk, and don't find myself feeling bad about it." Margot explained. This wasn't entirely the truth. She rarely felt bad about eating junk, even when she knew the exact number of calories, grams of sugar, and trans fat she was taking in. It, again, gave her a sense of freedom to be in her control of her life. What she ate and when she ate it, especially. She was doing what she wanted. And, yeah, sometimes what Margot wanted more than anything was to eat every single flavor of ice cream that ever existed.
“Yeah. At first, I tried the whole relaxing thing on my own: played catch with fat cat, watched a few hours of Arrested Development, and then I started reading 'Gone Girl',” Margot admitted, releasing a heavy sigh. “A little before you called, I started to get a bit bored...and started to over-think. Which, uh, lead to me making lots and lots of tea for no one but me.” Her brown eyes squinted to show how much she was judging herself. “But, yes, I totally prefer relaxing with you opposed to just sitting here in all of this insane quietness. Seriously, E, you are much better company than Stevie Nicks and Arrested Development.”
Ice Cream open and ready for eating, the older woman hopped from one foot to the other, right before clapping enthusiastically. “Goodness, you're a life saver – getting the bowls in record time.” She took her index finger, then swiftly moved it through the cherry vanilla swirl. As she moved it, a curl of red and white ice cream lifted. Not long after, Margot did what her son typically did in these situations, and ate the substance in one bite. Her eyes closed for a quick second, before she opened them to look at her array of used tea cups.
The one closest to her was a cup that said 'Morning is Sparta' with a yellow stick figure man pushing another into a coffee cup. A little closer to the Sparta Cup was a white cup that said 'always be yourself, unless you're batman. If you're batman, continue being batman'. Then not far from that cup, was green cup that 'Tea-Rex' with the Jurassic Park Logo on it. So, yes. All the used cups in her house, probably said a lot about her sense of humor and slightly relaxed personality. While, the fact that they were used and untouched, probably made anyone who didn't know her think she served her tea to her non existent friends. “Like I said...I over-thought. And, of course, me over-thinking leads to me making waaaay too much tea.”
Patiently waiting for Eliza to join her by the counter, Margot felt blessed to have such a great friend. While Margot typically kept things to herself, when it came to Eliza, she would ramble on and on and on without feeling the need to apologize over every little thing she said. Speaking to Eliza was always a highlight, and there was never ever a time when Margot felt unsafe or felt like she was being mocked in any shape or form. Hearing Eliza speak, however, was even better. So as E began talking, Margot took the scooper and scooped out her share of the ice cream. From what she could tell, Eliza was nervous about what she was going to say.
The smile Eliza had given her was, again, different. But when she finally let the news out, Margot's face lit up like a firework. “Awwwwww,” was the only thing Margot could say, at first. Head tilted with her hands clasped together for a few seconds. Immediately, he attention turned away from the ice cream. And instead, she used her right hand to happily squeeze her friend's shoulder and look her in the eyes. “I think that's a brilliant idea, E. If anyone can take on the role of a foster parent, it's you. I swear on my life, I have never seen anyone put more love and care into raising a child as I've seen you do with CinnaBon. You put that little girl before anyone and anything else, and you do it wonderfully. I honestly think, if anyone was going to tackle something as difficult and as wonderful as this, it would be you.”
She squeezed Eliza's shoulder one more time for reassurance. “And if you need anything -- even if you are Wonder Woman -- you obviously have me at your ever beck and call, whenever you need me.” Margot nodded, approvingly. The news brightening up the night even more.
