Mickey began to braid the girls hair.

"Where do you think Mac went?" Garret asked.

Mac jogged back down stairs after finding the envelope in his pocket. "Oh yeah, add this to the business account later." Mac put the envelope on the table and jogged off again, apparently having heard none of what they said.

"I guess," Raven frowned, but didn't press on it.

Mac went into the bathroom and looked at himself, frowning a bit. He felt better, certainly, but he looked pretty bad right now. His clothes were covered in dirt and dust, as well as a bit of imp blood. That's what he gets for not dressing in uniform beforehand. Imp blood is hard to wash out of clothes. He still had some rubble chips in his hair, which he brushed out.

"Mmm help yourself, love," Raven washed her hands.

"Okay, Now you try on me," Mickey said, turning around so they could get to her hair. She noticed Scott watched and with a small smile, waved.

Mac decided to change clothes and use a wet rag to clean himself off a bit, rather than taking another shower after getting a little dirty.

"Everything doesn't feel right, " Raven remarked, patiently waiting for Garret to finish.

"Finished!" They put the hair tie Mickey had given them in her hair, leaving a messy but not the worst braid. "Thank you," She said quietly, rubbing one of their heads. "I'm gonna head back to eat," Mickey told Scott. She took her time saying goodbye to the kids, promising to come back, before walking back towards the house. As she left, the mask fell, as she stared quietly at the ground beneath her feet. Her thoughts seemed to echo in her head. She used to love playing with kids...and seeing their smiles and hearing their laughs was nice, her happiness seemed...diluted. She slowed to a stop outside the front door, looking at her hands.

Garret looked up at the sound of Mac returning. He hoped he was doing a little better..

Mickey looked up at the muffled sound of Mac's voice through the door. She hoped he was okay..

"Eh you'll be fine, little RnR will do it good," Garret replied. "Spaghetti's ready"

"Awesome. You two seem more upbeat than when I left." Mac finished stretching and went to fix a plate.

I looked over to Marilyn after I was sure Mickey was gone, "Alright, so I sent you the details about what's going on with McKayla, can you think of any solutions to such a problem, I can only think of breaking another soul, but that would cause many issues most likely so I don't think it's a safe route to take." I said and Marilyn smiled, "Well, that is certainly an option, but I believe we should discuss this elsewhere." She said and walked out of the room. I shrugged and followed after her as a caretaker walked in to take Marilyn's place.