"Yeah, worst comes to worst, this'll end up being a shirt I do housework in," she says, appreciative. Hopefully Bakura isn't home, or he'd tease her endlessly about her current appearance. It'll happen later anyway, when she tells him about her day.

"Oh my god, Miles. No politics is like the first rule of social interaction, I don't care if your major was journalism," Pepper scolds with a laughing, nudging him. This also leaves some cake on his arm. Sorry, dude. "Okay, you're definitely getting a party, and I'm going to make you sign a written contract if I have to that you won't talk politics or religion," she warns, shaking a finger at him as they turn down her street. "But in the meantime, you can practice when you come to mine next month. I reserve the right to bap you on the head with balloon if you talk too much shop."