Patience had never really been her strong suit, which was unfortunate since even in the exciting days when she had been a legitimate super most of what was required of her had involved sitting still. At least then something was going on. She had been doing something, and things had been at stake. Here, she was just waiting. And waiting. She had been sitting in the restaurant for over an hour now, growing steadily more angry, and had ordered nothing but a bowl of soup, 'A twenty-dollar bowl of soup at that,' she thought scowling. Everyone was looking at her strangely. Maybe it was because she was dressed like she was getting ready for bed or maybe it was because she had eaten her way through three baskets of free bread, she wasn't sure. She was sure that if Eric didn't get back soon she was likely to start throwing things at people, which probably would not go over well.<br/><br/>Moments later she felt Eric reenter her range of detection. She tried to keep the scowl off her face. It wouldn't due to look angry right now. As he walked up to her she gave him the most sickly sweet smile she could muster. She wasn't very good at intimidation, but she hoped the expression said to any observers 'Oh look, my sweety has returned with my things.' And to him 'I am going to murder you as soon as I am able.' She snatched the bag out of his hands, trying to control her frustration. 'Calm down, he's only trying to help. I'm sure he just got hung up.'<br/><br/>"Why thank you. I guess I better go get ready then." She said, and took the bag into the bathroom.<br/><br/>She had hoped that he would have the good sense to find something that fit her, but sadly he had either once again mistaken her for someone much smaller, or had been unable to find something. She felt better going with the first option, as it allowed her to stay angry at him. Finally, she managed to squeeze into the dress, noticing that although she didn't look ridiculous, she did look like she had borrowed the dress, at least to anyone who took a moment to notice. 'Well, if I have to I suppose I can just say that Eric washed it wrong." She didn't really care anyway. She walked back out, leaving some money on the table and walking towards the door.<br/><br/>"Well if we're going let's go, I don't really feel like hanging around here anymore."