The muse returns

*Viv is cleaning up from a post-LAN party hurricane when there's a knock at the door*

Viv: That better not be anyone forgetting cables, computers, food, booze or other shit like that.

*She opens the door. There's someone who looks suspiciously like Edna Mode at the door. She's got a shitload of luggage and a breezy smile on her face.*

Muse: Darling! How are you?

*Viv drops the garbage bag she's holding.*

Viv: Nice to see you decided to return home bitch.

Muse: Tut, tut darling. I came back this weekend because I sensed you were coming out of your funk.

*Viv picks up her garbage bag*

Viv: Yeah. No thanks to you.

*Muse enters, dragging her luggage in with her*

Muse: Darling. You know the rules. I had to leave you for a bit. I mean, if you're in drone mode, how can I listen to you. You start to whine, "work this," and "work that," and "my house is a mess."

Viv: Yeah, but it blew ass. You know that. You know I hate it when you're not around.

Muse: Darling, I may be unreliable, but I'm not disloyal. I'll return to you eventually, trust in that.

*Viv rolls her eyes and smiles.*

Viv: You're still a bitch.

Muse: Yes, yes I know. Now please help me with my bags, I've got lots of stories to tell you about Europe and your favorite band. They're quite an delightful group.

Viv: Did you at least get me an autograph?

Muse: Sorry darling. I forgot completely.

*The muse breezes in, leaving the pile of suitcases on the doorstep.*

Viv: (yelling) Not a problem. I'll get your bags up to your room soon. Nice to see you too!