died8yearsago | 77 Godiva Street; Saturday Morning [01/23].

What a glorious morning it was! And Rosa was in a beaming, glowing, gorgeous mood to go with it. There was a spring in her step, a smile on her face, and a song in her heart, because how could there not be? Who needed to long for happily ever after when happily ever after was clearly right there in front of you?

And that song in her heart translated into the song filling the kitchen, as Rosa, dressed in a pink as cheerful and bright as she was, set to not only making breakfast, but also singing the Breakfast Song, which everyone knew made everything taste better, a song that narrated exactly what she was doing it as she did it and how wonderful it all was.

And her dearest friend Anna, who had been her faithful companion since she was just a small girl, was joining in on the song as well.

To Rosa, there was no voice sweeter than her dear Anna's, and that their voices were in perfect harmony. But to probably anyone else with ears, it was probably just howling noise.

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It was a good thing Miguel had to be up for work, so this was the song that greeted him when he got out of the shower, instead of waking him up.

He all but tiptoed into the kitchen, afraid of what he might find.

He watched for a moment.

Then he came to the only possible conclusion.

"Who are you, and what have you done to Rosa?"

The song ended abruptly, but with a wide smile from Rosa and a cheerful bark from Anna, who sat down obediently. "That's right, Anna," Rosa gushed at the dog before laughing and turning her adoring gaze toward Miguel. "There's that very silly humor we both love so much."

And, with that, Rosa danced over to him--quite literally, there was absolutely a turn that sent the skirt of her dress billowing out prettily before landing her in a perfect position to set one hand on his shoulders as she leaned in to give him a chaste little kiss on the cheek, complete with a pop of her leg.

"But don't worry," she assured him fondly. "Breakfast is almost ready. I wouldn't want to send my dear husband off to work on an empty stomach!"

And then she was twirling her way back to the stove, where everything was just as she left it and would never even dream of getting burnt while she'd stepped away!

"Your - yeah, of course." Was it too late to back away slowly and pretend this never happened?

Probably.

So Miguel was going to take out his phone instead. "Hey, uh...hon? Smile."

Oh, as if he even had to ask! Rosa's expression didn't even have to change, as she was almost always smiling, especially when there were so many lovely things to smile about, but she did make sure her smile was especially bright and she turned toward the phone and did the cutesiest little pose she could think of for the camera.

"In case you start to miss me while you're away and hard at work, sweetheart?" she asked.

With fluttering eyelashes.

And a perfect flip of a pancake.

"Oh, yeah, definitely." And not at all for pictorial evidence.

Well, at least this Rosa was more proficient at cooking? Not that she was ever bad, but that flip was impressive.

He'd still prefer the other Rosa back. He wondered if hitting her over the head would knock her out of it.

...he probably shouldn't try. But would usual-Rosa forgive him if he didn't try?

Maybe he'd wait until after coffee to decide.

"What do you plan on doing today?"

"Ohhhh, you knoooow," Rosa sighed happily as her eyes drifted upwards, as if picturing the perfect day laid out before her. "Perhaps a little cleaning, some singing and dancing, poke around the office a little until I uncover a case that was just in need for the right plucky lady-detective to come along and figure it out with her charm, optimism, and can-do spirit!"

So Miguel knew what he was doing before work: discreetly unplugging the phones in the office and swapping phones with Rosa, so she didn't end up haring off somewhere. Or at least so he could say he'd done what he could.

"That sounds great," he said, nodding. "You've got a lot of...can-do."

"And it's the least I can do," Rosa all but chirped...no. No, scratch that. That was defintiely a full-blown chirp, "to help where I can! Perhaps we should attend that ball," had the word ball ever been expressed with so much wistfullness and longing before? Probably, but definitely, absolutely never before from Rosa until just that moment, "tonight. It seems just the place a good wholesome mystery could be afoot."

"Well, we certainly wouldn't want any unwholesome mysteries." Whatever that consisted of. "Not sure I have any ball clothes, though."

"Well, then," Rosa positively glowed at the prospect of what she was about to propose, "I'll just have to make you some, then!"

It would be fine! She knew the perfect song, and Anna would help, too! Probably some birds and squirrels, too! It would barely be any work at all!

"Maybe I can pick something up at the store."

Please don't tell Miguel the dog would be making his outfit.

"Oh, there you go," Rosa's look was fondly indulgent, with her smile seeming to only grow the moment she actually looked at Miguel, "being so silly again. You'll do no such thing. What kind of charming wife would I be to my darling husband if I couldn't even make him clothes for the ball tonight?"

With the help of the dog.

Who was, to be fair, being surprisingly calm and quiet and obedient at the moment.

And might wink at Miguel if he happened to look her way.

Okay, this was just weird...er than usual.

"Of course. How silly of me."

He was going to regret this, he knew.

"You go right ahead with that."

So sue him, he was curious.

...had the dog just winked?

"I should probably be getting to work."

They would be absolutely amazing clothes for the ball, Miguel, and you'd better believe that the pants would be nice and appropriately loose with plenty of room.

"Oh, but your breakfast has just finished!" Rosa noted, because it was! What perfect timing! And she twirled effortlessly to grab a plate and then twirled back to the stove to add the food to it. "Unless...I suppose I could just pack it up to go. I wouldn't want you to be late..."

"Packing it up sounds great." Miguel did his best to sound apologetic. "You know how the boss hates it when I'm late."

He really needed to get out of here.

77 Godiva Street; Saturday Morning [01/23].

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