It was unusual for Mrs. Bagshot to intervene in Malou's plans for the day beyond nagging her to attend this dinner or that party. But this morning Mrs. Bagshot had bustled into Malou's room shortly after Malou had risen with grand plans for the day. What those plans were Malou wasn't quite sure, she wasn't quite awake enough to try to figure them out. Something about a picnic? Or maybe a carriage ride? Maybe it wasn't that Malou was tired, but perhaps simply that Mrs. Bagshot was being vague?

In any case Malou allowed her godmother to bustle around her and decided it was not worth it to fight her. Whatever it was Mrs. Bagshot had in mind she quite clearly was not allowing Malou to beg off from. "What about the green gown?" Mrs. Bagshot asked, looking through Malou's gowns. "Or, oh, this lilac one." Malou was only half listening as the maid worked on her hair.

In the end Malou decided on her favorite day dress. It was simple in design in a gorgeous light blue, with accents of lace as its only flourishes. She would have preferred to wear robes, but of what she could garner from Mrs. Bagshot's plans they were to be social and Malou had long ago lost the arguement to wear robes when one was being social.

While Malou ate breakfast in the dining room, Mrs. Bagshot had gone to speak with her husband. Although the moment Malou was finished Mrs. Bagshot was ushering them to the door declaring it was simply too beautiful a day to dwaddle. Malou followed along amused by her godmother's antics, every once in a while she got like this, but it was rare enough that Malou hated to object and ruin the good mood.

Entering the parlor though she was surprised to see Mr. Prewett, hat under his arm waiting for them. There was a grin on his face and then he winked at her. Confusion passed over Malou's face and part of her suddenly didn't want to go on this outing of Mrs. Bagshot's. If given the option between that and Mr. Prewett she'd much rather spend the time with Faustus.

"Good morning, Mr. Prewett." Malou's quiet voice seemed more in contrast with the boisterious voice Mrs. Bagshot had been speaking in all morning (indeed most days) then ever. "I'm afraid you've caught us just as we were heading out." There was a slight frown on her lips at this, and she wondered if he could see the regret in her eyes. Perhaps Mrs. Bagshot would relent now and not force Malou along? Or perhaps she might insist Mr. Prewett come along. She did, after all, seem to be doing everything she could to ensure a match between the two.