Eirene

Things are supposed to be perfect for a person's first dinner event with more than their husband. Eirene has been thinking long and hard on who to invite, and it had recently occurred to her that she didn't really know Virginia Potts well, called Pepper by everyone, who had only come to Kansas for their wedding reception. The goddess doesn't know her well, but first impressions were favorable, and you can never have too many friends. Or, at least, you should never stop trying to make them.

So she's invited Pepper for dinner, and Pepper's friend Rachel, with ulterior motives. Fine. Mostly ulterior motives. One, they can taste test the one dessert she knows how to make, two, they both know Clark, and three, well, they seem very nice. The menu for the evening is meatloaf (because it's another of the few items she can make, shut up), mashed potatoes, asparagus (it's healthy and she's pregnant okay?), wine for her guests and cupcakes for the aforementioned desert.

Opting for a blue plaid dress and sandals, Eirene makes sure the table is set, the food is kept heated, takes off her sandals at least three times in ten minutes before putting them back on everytime someone walks past her apartment, and generally paces the length of her living room.

Waiting for guests to arrive is difficult.

There's a goddess standing in the front yard of the Kent farm. Well, there's a goddess, a few pieces of luggage, and a god standing next to her, glancing around as if he's never seen an American farm up close and personal before.

"It's ... yellow."

"What's wrong with yellow?"

"Nothing."

"Than..."

"I didn't say anything 'Rene."

"Best behavior, mister."

Eirene shoots another look at her great-something uncle before picking up two of the suitcases and heading for the front door.