The faerie girl had been feeling particularly human today, the woman content to shop along in the Eastern part of town rather than stick to the Western stores where she typically bought groceries. Now that Aiden insisted on paying her rent â€" something the woman appreciated so much â€" combined with the raise that she got from running the burlesque, the woman had found that she had money to spare. Often she spoiled Dorian with it, buying him clothes or books or other things the faerie king might want to keep himself entertained. But today she'd been content to spoil herself. She'd bought herself new clothes, a new pair of black heeled boots that would certainly grab Aiden's attention, and a plethora of new books for herself before she'd strolled past the beauty supply store. It was a rather impulsive decision to go in, and even more so when she'd picked out the ginger colored dye that she'd brought home with her, certain she could do the whole thing herself.

However, it had only taken her five minutes once she'd gotten home to deduce that she was in way over her head â€" literally. She'd stood inside her bathroom inspecting the waves of platinum hair before she'd picked up her phone, dialing Nadya's number without thinking about it. She'd hardly been willing to give up any more information than necessary, sure that the woman could talk her out of the decision or not come at all. "Just... come... please? It'll be fun. I'll order pizza." It was only when Nadya agreed did the fae girl hang up, working on playing with her hair as she waited for the woman. She knew, based on Nadya's track record, that it would be a bit before the girl arrived to the Western apartment that Samantha called home.

In the meantime, the girl had busied herself with cleaning up the messes that Dorian seemed to leave about â€" the man seeming to not understand the concept of taking things to the kitchen when he was done with them. Though, she supposed she couldn't entirely blame him. After five hundred years of being waited on, it was a hard habit to break even if the girl did threaten to throw things at him. When that failed to entertain her, she'd settled on the couch to read one of the books that Dorian had left on the couch. It failed to capture her interest, really. The girl was hardly entertained by books regarding the Italian history that Dorian found so interesting. But it still entertained her until the moment when, nearly an hour after her call, she'd heard the knock at the door.

Scrambling to her feet, Samantha nearly leapt over the couch in her excitement to get to the door. She hardly waited before she threw the door open, hardly able to process the sight before her. It was only when the toddler in the stroller seemed to speak her name did the fae react, a small squeal of joy releasing on her lips as she dropped to a crouch, quickly unbuckling the straps on the stroller before she lifted Isabella out of the stroller and into the air, grinning happily as she snuggled the child that was no longer a baby, but a full toddler. "Izzy! My little princess!" She said happily before she reached down, ruffling Micah's hair fondly. "And there's my handsome little man." It was only after a good minute of acknowledging only the children did Sam look up at Nadya, the grin on her features one of the first genuine ones she'd had on her features the whole week. "Surprise indeed," She said happily, kissing Izzy's cheek. "Come in, come in. Get Micah out of the stroller so I can love on both of them. And tell me what's going on, I thought they were living with your home pack? What happened? How long are they here?"

The girl moved swiftly to the center of her apartment, waiting only a moment before she placed Izzy down on the rug, moving to get Micah on the carpet with her before sitting down herself, gesturing for Nadya to follow her. "This is so much better than what I had planned for the evening, I promise." She said with a giggle before she turned onto the twins. "Wanna see something cool?" She asked, moving her hand in a practiced motion â€" after all, she'd been practicing â€" before she twisted her wrist suddenly, a stream of bubbles seeming to appear out of her hand to delight the babies in front of her. It was only when they'd caught the interest of the bubbles did Samantha look up at Nadya, the joy on her features clear as she smiled over at the woman that was quickly becoming her best friend.