[center][h2][color=palegoldenrod]Gabrielle Angouras[/color][/h2][/center] Gabrielle gave a deep sigh. [color=palegoldenrod]"Well since the only thing to do is get used to it,"[/color] she muttered, [color=palegoldenrod]"and this is your place, fine, I'll go along with you."[/color] Once she'd finished her breakfast, she stood up. [color=palegoldenrod]"After someone helps me fix up this mess, of course,"[/color] she added, dragging her fingers through her ear fluff in an attempt to tame it. The fur felt as tangled and static-filled as the wool of a Mareep who'd been out all night in a thunderstorm. Mira rose with a scowl. [color=magenta]"I'll help,"[/color] she offered, [color=magenta]"but one complaint and you'll be getting ready on your own like most people do."[/color] Like most people? Gabrielle refrained from retorting as she led the maid upstairs. How was she supposed to not find that insulting? Sitting in silence in front of the mirror, she let her expression do the talking while Mira set to work with the dryer and a curling hair brush. [color=palegoldenrod]"Hm... That's something of an improvement, at least,"[/color] the Lopunny said, studying the puffy mass from different angles. [color=palegoldenrod]"Geez, how do people without stylists even cope?"[/color] Accompanying her downstairs, Mira remained as stony-faced as ever. [color=magenta]"You'll find out if you keep up with the attitude."[/color] Gabrielle tried to ignore that little remark. Striding back over to where Jean waited, she folded her arms. [color=palegoldenrod]"Ok, I'm ready when you are,"[/color] she announced. [color=palegoldenrod]"Where to first?"[/color]