<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;">"Don't be a crybaby, Blake," Mal snapped in response to his soaphobia. He was almost a year older than her, why was a few bubbles such a big deal? She proceeded to sit down in the tub just to show him that there was nothing to be afraid of - even if the flowery smell rising from the water was strange. A second later, she regretted her decision, as she was only just tall enough for her chin to be above water when she sat down.<br/><br/>"See," she bubbled tentatively in the surface of the water. "'snot so bad." A few more bubbles arose from behind her, and she giggled. Not all bubbles were of the terrifying kind!<br/><br/>The door creaked, and Margo stuck her head in. Her eyes widened at the sight of the two teenagers in her bath - one snickering madly, the other looking like he had stared into the abyss and the abyss had stared back. A few weak protests were stifled before she uttered them. After all, the pair did not look like they were up to anything scandalous. Instead, she cast her gaze on the pile of discarded clothes on the floor. A quick, unwise sniff at them made her draw her head back faster than if she <span style="font-style: italic">had</span> caught Blake and Mallory doing something unseemly.<br/><br/>"I'll just wash, er, burn these," she said, still obviously quite shocked. Mallory shot her a grin that reached from ear to ear. She was, despite Blake's horror, or maybe because of it, enjoying herself immensely. "Thanks, Marge!"<br/><br/>"It's Margo," the woman mumbled as she left the room, holding their dirty clothes out at arms length. Mallory took the opportunity to flick some water at Blake.</div></div>