[Wanda spent a regulation two hours destroying her room in search of the exact perfect outfit. Practice or not, she wanted to do this right. It was supposed to be fairly casual, a bottle of wine and booktalk up on deck, but it was her FIRST time doing this and she was desperate to get it right.]

[She arrived on time, but just slightly flustered from the flush of her cheeks. She was wearing a sheer, fluttery scarlet lace dress over a black unitard, and a pair of high-laced satin ballet flats that matched the dress. She carried her copy of Jonathan Livingston Seagull in one hand.]

Oh hey...I'm not late, am I?