It would likely be a hard sell, to get her mother to relinquish Mrs. H, but who knew. Febs let out a simple hum of agreement. It would be nice if they could convince her. Of course Mrs. H had a mind of her own and if there was a job lined up that paid better, well who knew. (It helped that Febs was her favorite after all.) Maybe when things were a little more official, Febs would broach the subject with Mrs. H on her own, to see where they stood.

Finding her nudging to be ineffective for the moment, Febs sighed quietly. "You're right, you most certainly do not," She leaned up a little to plant a kiss on his cheek. She was his, but not like that. "But it's called compromise, I could figure out other ways to see my friends, if it bothered you." Knowing all that she knew now, Febs could recognize that there would be times she could push him and others where she couldn't. It boiled down to picking battles over important and unimportant things. A ball invitation was an unimportant thing in the grand scheme.

Snuggling back in, she closed her eyes, a smirk affixed on her lips. "I'll work my magic then." She really would enjoy getting to stay the whole night and not have to rush off early. "Maybe you can finally show me your library." Soon enough, she kept telling herself, it wouldn't even be an issue. They'd have their own place, with their own bed, a library and would be able to spend all the time they wanted to together. (Until she likely drove him batty for one reason or another.)