(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/maevesexy_zpsa68d365f.png)<br/><br/>"Power..." The word felt strange coming out of her mouth. For as long as she could remember, Maeve and her mother had been ships tossed about on the ocean. First when her father left, then through the hard times keeping the diner going, and now, with the cancer. The idea that she had access to forces that make most either laugh or tremble was still very new to her. And the awesome responsibility that now rest on her shoulders, along with the now proven capacity to screw it up was not lost on her. She'd have to review every move she made from now on, lest the next be the wrong one. Heck - she'd even have to be careful which songs she sang along to (Thank you so much, Nelly!)<br/><br/>But on the flip side - there was now so much she could accomplish. The way that Salathiel had said he could handle mother's illness, with no more effort than in buying groceries, had struck her. It was, to say the least, a temptation which again, had to be tempered with care. The first thing, she figured, was to ensure her two new roommates weren't constantly at each other's throats, because, just as Aderia had surmised, Maeve wasn't the kind of person to send only one of them packing, and she wasn't quite sure that she could send anyone packing anyway. Those binding effects she experienced were not simple parlor tricks. So.. she'd be careful. That's all there was to it. And once she had gotten a hold on what she could do, well, then... Then she'd start setting some things right.<br/><br/>But that was for later. For now, reaching for a bottle, Maeve looked back at Aderia and asked, "Do demons use shampoo? This is the cheap stuff, but it works well enough for me..."