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I nod at Remilia. "Yeah, actually. For her meals? Starting with breakfast? Make it something unusual for her."
Remilia blinks. "Unusual?"
"Yeah," I say, "She's probably used to japanese food, right? So, make her something western, something she isn't used to. Don't shove the mansion's luxury down her throat, so to speak, but give her something new that'll intrigue her, but taste good at the same time. Way to the heart is through the stomach, and all."
Remilia chuckles, and turns to Sakuya, who is just walking up. "Sakuya, did you hear that? Do you agree?"
"I do," the head maid confirms. "Excellent idea, Meiling. How about the basics? Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, hash browns... I'm sure Miss Reimu would enjoy something different. Not to mention filling."
Remilia giggles, her spirits clearly lifting. "Knowing Reimu, she'd probably dive mouth-first towards anything with meat in it." We share a laugh at that.
"I'll keep that in mind," Sakuya chuckles. "Anyway, the rest of the meals can be much the same. Something different, something nice, but not something that shoves the mansion's wealth in her face."
"Good, good," Remilia says, nodding in contentment as Patchouli and Koakuma walk up. Flandre is still gazing in wonder at all of the activity. "Walk with me, all of you." We follow her down the halls.
As we walk, Remilia continues. "So, that's all well and good so far. But that's just meals. What can I do to make Reimu have a good time?" I hesitate for a moment, thinking, before turning my head to stare at Patchouli. So does everyone else, for that matter. She looks around at the sudden attention, and sighs.
"...So I'm the expert in love, all of a sudden?"
"Yes," we all reply in unison.
Patchouli shakes her head in dismay. "I was afraid of that." She ponders a moment, then gives Remilia a level look. "Remi, answer this question: why did you invite Reimu here?"
"What?" Remilia blinks. "Well, you heard me earlier. Of course I want a chance with Reimu, but primarily, I just want the poor girl to have a chance to relax. I mean, really relax.She needs it."
Patchouli nods approvingly. "Good. Then keep that in mind. What you intend is Reimu's day. Not yours. Reimu's. Since it's about her, give her activities she could try out, then let her decide. Don't push her into anything."
Remilia considers. "I was thinking about challenging her to a friendly duel above those yin-yang orb flowers I had Meiling set up. Maybe have Sakuya paint the whole thing."
"I wouldn't mind one bit," Sakuya speaks up.
"Maybe," Patchouli quickly puts in. "But maybe Reimu is tired of fighting all of the time, and just wants a relaxing day."
I nod. "In other words, Miss Remilia can show her the display, and suggest the duel..."
"But let Reimu decide," Patchouli finishes. "The same for if she wants a painting. It's her call. Show her a good time, but let her call the shots. It's all pretty basic, really."
As Remilia seems to digest this, Koakuma takes the chance to speak up. "What about if we all showed our appreciation for her hard work? You know, if we all got her something?"
I frown at this. "I dunno, Koa, sounds a little contrived, right? And this is supposed to be about Reimu the person, not Reimu the shine maiden."
"Good point," Remilia agrees. "It's a vacation for her, not her job. Yes, these all sound like good ideas. But what about specific activities?"
I spread my hands wide. "The sky's the limit. There's all kinds of things to do here, after all."
Sakuya starts listing things off on her fingers. "Games, the gardens, the hedge maze, the tennis court, the pool... there's no shortage of things to do here. Maybe there's some things she's always wanted to try, but never had the chance. What about, in the evening, letting her try on dresses and teaching her to dance?"
Remilia's gait slows, and she stares into the distance. I see her mouth the words 'Reimu,' 'dresses,' and 'dance,' and a silly smile starts to from on her face. Oh boy. I share a wry glance with Patchouli. Yep, she's totally gone.
Something occurs to me then, and I shake Remilia's shoulder gently to draw her out of her daydream. "Mistress Remilia, one last thing..." She looks at me curiously. "When Reimu's here, try not to act like... well, like the Mistress of the house. Don't be Remilia Scarlet. Be her friend, Remi. You want to earn her trust, so you need to show it, too."
"Ah..." Remilia stops walking outright at this, and looks at me for a long moment, considering. After a time, she turns her gaze to the distant end of the corridor, nodding. "...You're right, Meiling. I'm not used to it, but for her, I'll set my pride as a noble lady, as a vampire, aside. For her, I'll just be Remilia." She nods to herself, and the rest of us share a pleased look. This could really work!
"Right, then!" Remilia claps her hands and turns to face us, suddenly all business."Meiling! I want you on internal duty tomorrow! Show Reimu around, escort her when the rest of us are otherwise busy. I want your help with this. And, uh..." she shifts uncomfortably. "Maybe try to figure out what she thinks of things? What she'd like to do?"
I giggle. "Certainly, Mistress!"
"Good! Sakuya! I need you to be in top form tomorrow! Anything Reimu wants eaten, you prepare! I may need your help in other things, as well."
Sakuya bows deeply. "Naturally, Mistress."
Remilia then turns to Koakuma and Patchouli. "I guess all I can do is ask you to wish me luck. Oh, and... maybe set aside a few novels, in case Reimu wants to do some light reading?"
Koakuma smiles cheerfully. "I'll pick something nice out and leave it by the door."
Patchouli smiles warmly at her friend. "Good luck, Remilia. I'm rooting for you." Remilia nods slowly.
"Right. Well! I'm off to figure out what to wear! Get cracking, everyone!" The Mistress wanders off to her room, and Sakuya and I nod to each other. We get cracking.
That evening, the mansion is a flurry of activity as fairy maids fly everywhere, making sure that absolutely everything is spotless. I've been conscripted myself, helping to clean and prepare things. As I clean the pool, I vaguely wonder what it would be like to wear a maid uniform. Heh, Sakuya would certainly like that. Probably Yuuka too, for that matter.
"Hey, Meiling?" I turn to see Flandre looking up at me with wide eyes. "Can I ask you a question?"
I smile warmly at her. "Sure, Flan! What did you want to know?"
Flandre hesitates. "Well, Sis is gonna have a date tomorrow, right?"
"Yep! We're all gonna try real hard to make it a success!"
"Yeah, me too!" Flandre says quickly, "I really want Big Sis to be happy! But, um, her and Reimu, are they gonna... well..."
"What is it, Flan?" I ask encouragingly. I feel it's a good idea to encourage her curiosity and answer her questions. It helps her mind grow stronger, I feel.
"...Are they gonna have sex?"
I scream internally.
"Uh. Well. They. Um." ToostunnedwhatdoIsayohgodWHYwaitdodgethequestiondodgedodge... "I think it's way too soon to wonder about that, Flan," I say distantly, hoping that she'll change the subject. Ohhhh, I don't wanna talk to Flan about the facts of life! Especially not as to how they pertain to her sister!
"But, but, if they have sex and get married, does that mean Reimu will be my Mommy? She's younger than me!" Flandre seems on the verge of panic. Oh god, marriage is somehow even worse I don't want to have this conversation stop stalling Meiling answer her.
"...Again, it's way too early to think about that, Flan," I chuckle weakly, "But IF they'd got married, Reimu would be you sister-in-law."
"Oh." Flandre seems to calm down at this. "...Would I be a bridesmaid at the wedding?"
"Would I get to wear a pretty dress?!" Now she seems excited.
"Yes, but not as pretty as the bride's. Either of them." Please drop the subject, Flan, this is way too awkward.
"YAY!" Flandre cheers suddenly, throwing her arms up into the air. "I gotta go oick out a nice dress, then!" She suddenly spins on her heel and begins running off.
"Ah, wait Flan!" I shout desperately, reaching out uselessly. " They're not even-"
"Oh, I know, but I wanna be prepared! Kay, thanks, byyyeeee~!" Flandre runs out the door and is gone, leaving me rooted to the spot, wondering what had just happened.
I hold that pose for a long moment as my brain reboots. It's forced to restart by a gentle tap upon my shoulder. Slowly, I turn my head to look at Sakuya, who gives me an awkward look. "Hey."
"Thanks for your help," I say flatly.
Sakuya shrugs. "Better you than me." She's got me there. Had our positions been reversed, I would have run like hell. "Anyway, come with me. The Mistress wants to see us both in her room."
"Picking out an outfit."
Sometime later, we both stand in Remilia's room. The Mistress herself stands in the middle of her massive wardrobe, clad in a dressing gown, and looking totally lost.
"I can't figure out what to wear for tomorrow," she says wearily. "Patchy would be of little help here. Any suggestions?"
Sakuya and I glance at each other. What should we suggest?
[ ] What you normally wear.
[ ] Something casual from the Outside.
[ ] Maybe something a little classy, to show off just a bit?
[ ] Write-in? (writer can not into fashion)