if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
You were definitely supposed to bring something when you imposed on someone. Like something super duper neat or uber yummy or like...well...SOMETHING. It was like an unwritten rule and one that Abigail was trying super super SUPER HARD to figure out. What, after all, did you bring a KING?! Dorian probably already had like all the best stuff. She had seen his house and it was AMAZING. He probably had like the most amazing wine selection ever, not that Abigail really drank wine to know what was a good one or not but the guys in the tv shows always brought wine and like...flowers. He also already had loads of flowers that like never died so that was equally as pointless. Maybe she'd bring him something she liked. Like fruit! She'd never seen him eat a mango. Did he know what a mango was? Did they have mangos in Italy? What if he didn't like mangos! WOULD HE BE INSULTED SHE WAS IMPOSING WITH A MANGO?! A big sigh left the young were-panda's lips as her weight shifted from one foot to the other, the young woman simply left staring at the store window she stood in front of. For several moments longer she stared at the mango in front of her before a striking realization hit her with such magnitude that even she gasped audibly with the realization of it. She TOTALLY had something she suspected Dorian had NEVER had. Even if she was a bit unsure he would be the least bit interested in it. Still. She was trying to be a fabulously wonderful guest, even if Dorian was also like one of her bestest of friends.

She had to buy like...five things by herself in the SUPER GIANT OMG BIG grocery store AND she even made a point to ensure she called like...tonight to see if her friend had time for her tomorrow because he was a super duper important King who surely had lots of Kingly stuff to do. Thankfully, with a time set up and a rare night away from Arlo and Abigail was set. There was like...pouring of things and mixing of things and stirring of things and resting of things and then some melting of some other things and some heating of more things and cooking of other things and then lots of lots of things later and Abigail was SET. Every single creation was made with super duper care, those floral swirly shapes so meticulously crafted only for each to be separated with decorative colored wax paper and put ever so neatly into a pretty pale pink pastry box tied neatly with a brighter pink bow that had be re-tied like at least five times before Abigail had deemed it acceptable. It had, admittedly, taken far more effort than she had ever put into any baked dish EVER. Okay, well, may not ever but definitely the most effort since she'd attempted to make her mom a birthday cake seven years ago. Either way, it was perfect and she had no intention of even touching it until the next day lest she somehow ruin it.

Thankfully, given the late hour and her classes the next day, the temptation was hardly too too bad, although Abigail was left hurrying from her last college class to her southern home to collect her wonderful box of treats. In the end, however, the young woman arrived right on time, as promised. With her name declared at the gates, she was let into the neatly paved driveway where she lackadaisically wandered up towards the magnificent house. A part of Abigail knew she shouldn't be so terribly nervous and yet...she was. She had all those little fluttering flutterflies in her stomach. Certainly Dorian and Sebastian had been terribly nice to her and she knew Sebastian and Arlo were like super good friends but...she had never actually met Dorian without each of their accompanying vampiric significant others. This was like...a first and she wanted it to be a really really really good first....but she had also promised Arlo to talk to someone about all the things he wanted her to talk about and she had no idea if Dorian even knew enough about all of that stuff to help her. What if he was just as clueless as she was? Or what if he somehow knew like everything from before he married Sebastian and thought her silly for not. That warm grin upon her features dampened slightly as she stood in front of the couple's front door, the woman nibbling nervously upon her lip. Maybe this was a bad idea....but....she did have yummy treats. Maybe she could just....give them to Dorian and say hi? That wouldn't be so bad...right?

Firmly, her head nodded at herself as her hand reached up, her fingers curling into a fist as she knocked lightly at the front door. The woman was hardly surprised to find the couple's manservant open it but several moments later. "Hiya Charles!" She declared, clearly remembering the fellow from the last time Arlo and herself had come for dinner. "I was supposed to meet Dorian - is he busy?" She inquired, glancing inquisitively behind the man. Hopefully, the King hadn't forgotten. Then what would she do?!