As Tiffany walked out of the bathroom, her ears picked up on something familiar.

The sound of dishes and plates being set up.

Seeing as she'd left Rose in the bathroom and the other three in the basement, it was most likely one person.

She paused. Why on earth did it have to be like this? Where even was she right before she'd walked into the bathroom to comfort Rose?

Just for a moment, she considered things.

But... she decided to go downstairs anyway.

Was it because she didn't want to avoid her? Was it because she didn't want to look awkward? Was it some desire to be honourable? Who knew?

She walked down the stairs and sure enough, she was standing right there, right at the table, setting it up.

On one of the plates was a pizza and french fries, on the table, packages of different sizes.

Tiffany: (thinking: So the orders have arrived.)

And Julianne noticed her.

Julianne: Oh hey, Tiffany. Is everything alright?

Tiffany did not expect her to be so forward. Especially considering the fact that they were alone.

Tiffany: Er.... everything's fine, Mrs Hunter.

Her voice heightened towards the end.

Julianne: Oh, that's good to hear.

She went on, carefully placing things on the table with an incredible amount of effort, almost as though a painter or artist drawing something.

Tiffany observed this only for a second, before going back to the basement stairs, but before she could make her first step....

Julianne: Oh, Tiffany?

She flinched. What could she possibly want from her?

Tiffany: Y.. yes...?

Julianne: If you aren't too busy right now, would you mind helping me set up the table?

Tiffany turned back to look at her, a tinge of horror in her heart.

Julianne: Of course, it's not that big of a bother. Just... y'know. It'd be nice to have a hand.

Tiffany flinched.

By every law of honour, social paradigm, and even common human decency, she simply had to accept. After all, she had nothing pressing to do.

Tiffany: Sure...

She said it, holding back the hesitance in her voice.

Julianne: Great!

She said that with a big smile on her face.

Julianne: Now, could you get me some more dishes from the cupboard.

Tiffany: Ok.

She walked over to her cupboards while Julianne continued to carefully place the food onto the plates.

Tiffany opened the first cupboard.

Tiffany: This one?

Julianne: Uh huh. Now get me the big white plate.

Tiffany: Ok.

She pulled it out and placed it on the table.

Julianne: Thank you.

She then walked right next to Tiffany and placed a large steak right on top of it somewhat slowly and carefully and then also continued to add a side of fries.

It wasn't that she placed the food on the plate. Rather, it was how gently and slowly she did it.

To describe it, it would be like a scientist, with great scrutiny, taking great care to dissect his or her specimen.

This sight was quite perplexing to Tiffany, who couldn't help but observe her.

Even after placing the steak, she would move it by an inch or two, and then add fries to the side, pause, add more fries, and then pause again, before nodding.

The result?

The ordinary table started to look... livelier. And the food, tastier.

That surprised Tiffany.

Julianne: Oh, and could you get me some more cups from the cupboard right below that one.

Her words broke Tiffany right out of her mesmirisation.

Tiffany: Sure!

She got into the cupboard and looked at the cups. There were of several colours.

Julianne: Could you get me the white cups?

Tiffany: Sure.

She picked six of them and placed them on the table, and then, ensuring to add one cup to each plate. And then, she would move each cup just a bit right after adding it.

But even more than that, as Tiffany's eyes could easily tell, once she was done, each cup was the same distance from each plate as the other.

And as for the table, it looked incredibly organised and in some way, stylish.

Julianne: And now, for the pièce de résistance. Tiffany?

Tiffany: Yeah?

Julianne: Could you get me that vase from the cupboard over there?

Tiffany: Ok.

She went to go grab it while Julianne continued to move things on the table.

And then, she gave it to the mother.

Julianne: Thanks, Tiffany.

Tiffany: No problem.

Her curiosity had been piqued. What was she going to do next?

Julianne walked over to the table and piqued up some yellow looking flowers.

Tiffany: Huh?

On closer inspection, the flowers looked mechanical.

Julianne: Lighting flowers. Not exactly "traditional" buuuuuuuuutttt.......... well, I'm not one to worry too much about those things.

The brown part at the bottom of the flowers wasn't mud or dirt, but rather a mechanical block.

Julianne placed the flowers inside the vase and gently changed their positions.

Tiffany only silently watched,

Julianne: Oh, Tiffany. Want to see something cool?

Tiffany: O... oh... sure!

Julianne turned the candles on. They shone with an orange ish light.

Nothing too impressive.

Julianne: Oh. And one more touch. Tiffany? Could you turn the lights off?

Tiffany: Ok.

She searched the walls for the light switch, promptly found it, and then turned it off.

The result?

A romatic looking ambience that made the whole room look so calming and yet so beautiful.

Tiffany: Woah!

It wasn't a common thing that Tiffany Chang would be shocked. Not this much, at least.