The trip to the boat was rather uneventful for Margo. Simply following along with the boys and musing to herself silently the whole way--it was a long time to be stuck in her own thoughts for so long, but she ruminated on a number of things. Her thoughts kept circling back to the fact that she was about to cross oceans to meet Daniel's mother when she crossed oceans to get rid of her own mother and father. It was a little disturbing, especially after thinking about it for hours. She was delighted for the distraction of the professor, even though she didn't speak to him much. Dan and Indy gave the courteous introduction and that was that, but she enjoyed eavesdropping on their conversation.

On the boat ride to Kanto, Margo took herself away from her negative thoughts with her art. Her mind instead wandered to Indy's older brother--she had to remind herself to get his number from Indy--and his comments on her work. It was sweet, of course, and her passion was reignited after remembering his words. Margaret took this opportunity to create a present for Dan's mother. She felt silly giving her a gift in the first place, she didn't know her, but she felt like she would feel even more awkward if she came empty-handed while Dan and Indy gave her something. On the way, she made a fun watercolor painting. She had sat on the deck and made a portrait of her view. She added some Wingull to her skies (after consulting Oceana and asking her to be a model for her), and a beautiful school of Goldeen jumping from the frothy waves. Her finishing touches of a Seaking at the front of the group of fish was being completed just at the time of their arrival to Cerulean. 

She went starry-eyed at the quaint little town, relishing in how quiet it was and the beauty of the ocean in its backdrop. She tuned out Dan and Indy when they first started speaking, walking a few steps away and taking everything in. Even the air smelled like the water, it was amazing. She glanced towards Dan as he mentioned meeting new people, her head tilting slightly to the side. [color=mediumseagreen][i]'To meet me?'[/i][/color] She questioned, a swell of excitement suddenly blossoming. At the same time, she was hit with a feeling of deceit; she was getting excited to meet Dan's mom instead of her own. She bit back her sadness, taming it like a lion back into its cage. 

Margo followed behind Dan and Indy as they lead their way back to Dan's house, Margo holding her watercolor sheepishly as they walked. By the time they got to his house, she was giddy with the prospect of meeting his mom once more, pretending that maybe it was normal she would rather meet this stranger than her own mother. However, her bubbly exterior deflated slightly at Dan's comments. She brought one hand to his arm and touched him gently. 

[color=mediumseagreen][b]"She's still your mom, you know. She's gonna know how you're feeling if you wear it on your face like that. She needs you to be stronger now more than ever, you know?"[/b][/color] She hoped her words came off as encouraging, but in case she glanced towards Indy, hoping for a tiny bit of help. He was his best friend, after all.