(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/maevesexy_zpsa68d365f.png)<br/><br/>Maeve hadn't meant it that way. Didn't angels and demons understand the concept of modern idiom? The answer was apparently not. It was much like watching a train wreck. Maeve knew it was horrible or at least figured it out from their reactions, and yet she still couldn't look away. And when it was done, all she wanted to do was hide under the bed. Having one extradimensional being annoyed at her was problematic enough. And she had found a way to tick off two diametrically opposed beings simultaneously. The waitress silently berated herself for having a talent for this sort of idiocy.<br/><br/>Looking at both of them, back and forth, withering under their glares, and turning a brand new shade of red she never before thought possible, Maeve managed to squeak out, "Sorry... I didn't mean... that I wanted you two to... I really have to watch what I say don't I?" The joke at her own expense didn't seem to help things any. "Um, would it help to say that I'm really really<strong>really</strong>sorry?"