A little over one week after the night at the Casino, a bright morning sun peeks into the bedroom window, waking Millicent and Arella. Millicent groans, squinting as she rolls out of the bed, fumbling to close the blinds. Arella is as much a morning person as her mother, and tugs the blankets over her small head, moaning out as well.<br/><br/>Arella has had life with her new body for almost a month now, and is quite accustomed to it, and happy in totality after living as a spirit for centuries. Millicent, about seven weeks into the swing of an uphill battle with another child approaching, isnâ€™t feeling as bouncy as her daughter, this past week bringing on waves of morning sickness that sheâ€™d gladly do without.<br/><br/>Her brisk visit to the bathroom to deal with that, ritual of face and hand scrubbing, then teeth brushing complete, she meets Arella in the kitchen, the child hopping around on one foot, her curls flopping all over her head. Millicent chuckles, watching her, then finally asks, â€˜Arie, what are you doing?â€™ Arella looks up at her with wide eyes, giggling as she crosses them at Mill and squeaks at her mother, â€˜bouncin.â€™, then continues her awkward hop into the living room, around the couch in circles.<br/><br/>Grinning, Mill rummages in the fridge, finding gingerale, pouring a glass for herself and taking a small sip, then attends to Arellaâ€™s chocolate milk in her plastic Cinderella cup, placing it on the counter for her. â€˜Get your milk, butterbean, then weâ€™ll get dressed and go find breakfast, hm?â€™ Arella squeals and claps her hands, giving up the hopping and races into the kitchen, gulping down her milk, smacking her chocolate-covered lips as she finishes it. Millicent laughs, getting a paper towel and wiping at Arieâ€™s mouth.<br/><br/>â€˜Ok sweetness, go get changed and brush your hair while youâ€™re in there,â€™ Arella scampers off, singing now at the top of her lungs, â€˜twinkee twinkee wittle staaaaar!â€™, causing Mill to laugh softly, placing their cups in the sink, and stopping a moment to think about their living arrangements. They needed a bigger apartment, undoubtedly, and today, hopefully they would make time to start looking. She had not seen much of Izzy and Aaron since the night at the Casino, but had noticed him around the shop coming and going, and assumed things were going very well for them both. This made Mill smile, happy that these two from so long ago were not only still in her life, but found each other in such a big world.<br/><br/>Arella caught her attention as she zoomed from the bedroom, already dressed in a bright yellow sundress, scattered in large embroidered ladybugs, the sundress outrageously eyecatching in a gaudy but cute way, tiny yellow sandals on her feet causing the floor to squeak as she zipped by into the bathroom.<br/><br/>Millicent wandered into the bedroom and dressed, toned down in comparison to Arellaâ€™s, her sundress a simple light pink cotton sleeveless garb, with a rounded neckline and ruffled knee length hem. Mill, as usual, didnâ€™t bother much with her long hair, and at a glance it didnâ€™t seem too bad in appearance, sheâ€™d like to think it as â€˜wind blownâ€™, chuckling to herself as she ran her fingers through it to remove the tangles. Still pale, she had a slight color to her cheeks at least, and her shape at least remained the same, for now; she didnâ€™t even want to think about her figure a few months from now, if anything like it was with Arella, she was best off getting as many glances at her feet now, before they disappeared from her line of sight. Speaking of feet, Mill slides into a pair of white wedge sandals, tugging the back strap around her heel, then leaves the room.<br/><br/>Taking Arellaâ€™s hand, Millicent finds her shoulderbag, keys and cell phone, tucking them inside of her bag, closing and locking the door as they leave the building. Arella shuffles her chubby feet, head pulling up to look at Mill and ask in a rather shy tone for the little one, â€˜mommy? Can we see Izzy?â€™<br/><br/>Mill smiles, nodding to her, thinking breakfast with Izzy, if she had the time to join them, would be a wonderful way to start this sunny day. â€œGreat idea, darlin, letâ€™s go see if sheâ€™d like something to eat with us, and if her friend is around he can, too. His name is Aaron.â€ She glances down as Arella makes a strange puckered face, trying to mouth the manâ€™s name, and in her attempt it comes out as â€˜Aawonâ€™, the tiny one having a terrible time with any word that has an â€˜Râ€™ sound to it. Mill grins, and continues, â€œMaybe sheâ€™ll even have your favorite flowers today, hm?â€<br/><br/>Arella skips across the street, almost tugging Mill along, singing again now in her squeaky voice, â€˜daaaaaaisies fo meeeee, I wuv da daisies!â€™.