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The night before she had overworked herself, not because she needed to, but rather because neither of the television shows she enjoyed were on, so she wanted something to counter the boredom. Her face was still blotched with spots of dirt, and it wasn't easy for her to wake up. It was times like these she wished she had an alarm to assist in jolting her awake, much like Master had. Perhaps she could ask him about one later. But for now, she needed to get ready. Today was bathroom day, and considering how many the house had, she had a bit of work to do. Groggily pulling herself from the bed - oh how she really didn't want to - she stumbled over to the smaller dresser. So tired was she, the bottom drawer opened simply so she could use it to pull herself upright. What she needed resided in the middle drawer, and upon pulling it open, she was met with her only two outfits, having outgrown the many she had before. Either a loose-fitting tee with a picture of a daisy covering the entire front, or a dress-shirt and miniskirt combo, the latter of which she certainly favored. Today however, she wasn't in the mood for anything elaborate, so she threw on the t-shirt. A mirror hung from the door out, and she lumbered over to get a look, lazily running her paw over any messy patches of fur in a futile attempt to sort them out.

"Perfect" She said to herself before yawning again.

Far from it, though, as her fur was still a bit of a mess from all the tossing and turning she had done the night before.

Out of the room now, she made her way down the hall, toward the kitchen for some breakfast. The house seemed quiet, but she thought it safe to assume Master was already in the basement. A bowl of hot cereal and she would get right to work, after cleaning her and Master's dishes, of course. Though, once she had reached the kitchen, she noticed an empty sink. Master new better than to ever skip breakfast, so maybe he had gone out to eat? No, if he ever did that, he either brought her along or made sure to bring something back. She thought to check the basement and ask, but quickly remembered she was never to blindly search the downstairs rooms.

Hot cereal it is, then. However, before she could even get started, the sound of the front door carelessly swinging open and hitting the stopper with relative force hit her ears. Quick to check the commotion, she was greeted with the sight of Master, hidden behind a mound of plastic bags he could only barely manage. It was no wonder he had gone through the front. He never would have fit through the door-to-garage.

"Master! Allow me to help you with a few of those!" She hurriedly and tiredly rushed to his aid, but one hand of his freed up momentarily to wave her off.

"No, Nanani. I've got this. You take a seat on the couch and I'll be right there." His voice sounded quite pleasant for someone on the verge of collapsing in a heap of groceries.

She did as told without any argument, patiently waiting on the apparent sectional, doing all she could not to nod of then and there. If only Master's morning coffee had been ready, she would have at least snuck a sip of that to get started. Alas, she was teetering between consciousness and the blissful opposite, amidst all sorts of rustling going on behind her. Though she jolted awake a little when she felt the familiar feeling of bristles running through her fur, and only then noticed that Master was kneeling in front of her. He also used a moist wipe to clean the neglected dirt, all the while humming a tune as she sat there in earnest. This all seemed a bit strange. While she was no stranger to a morning grooming from Master, he was certainly acting different. Undeniably cheerful, and not for a reason she could discern.

"There." He proclaimed upon finishing his task. "You look divine as ever, Miss Nanani."

Miss? Oh goodness, he had never called her that before.

"Allow me to fix you some breakfast, and then we can get started with the fun stuff, okay?"

Him? Fix her breakfast? He must have fallen and bumped his head while he was out. And what was this fun he spoke of? "Master? Is everything alright?" She turned to ask him, paws up on the spine of the couch as he made his way toward the kitchen.

"Everything is fine, Miss Nanani. In fact, I believe one of your shows is on. Why don't you get started on that, and I'll bring you your plate when it's ready?"

There he went with "Miss" Nanani again. Though she couldn't deny it was flattering. As for her show, he was right. She usually caught the episode while she was eating, but planned to skip it today in order to get a jump-start on cleaning. Now that she had the opportunity, why pass it up?

"Thank you, Master. I will." She said with a respectful nod and an adorable smile, before climbing down from her perch and bounding off toward the television room at the opposite end of the hall.

_ _Randall was the name of said show, an animated one about a talking Meditite trying to fit in and make friends with a bunch of human children, while he himself already lives with one of them. It was a silly morning cartoon specifically geared toward children, but keep in mind that, while Nanani already has the maturity of a well-mannered teenager, she's still very young. The show was simple, with even more simple lessons to be learned. The reason she loved watching it was simply because of the circumstance, partially wishing she could identify with it, though knowing better in that the only friend she truly needed was Master. Sometimes she wished the show tackled these subjects a little more harshly and with more thought into them, but of course, the fact that the Meditite could communicate with the humans was almost exclusively used for comic relief, and nothing more. In today's episode, Randall is trying to convince everyone to go with him to the circus, but it seems everyone's already been, and doesn't want to bother seeing it again. All the glitz and glamour of said circus was a bit fascinating even to Nanani, and she wondered if this stuff called "cotton candy" really was as amazing as the show made it sound. Just as she was pondering this, however, into the room came Master, carrying a plate as a waiter would, it consisting of eggs, sausage and buttered toast, and a glass of orange juice to top it all off. Simple, but undoubtedly her favorite.

"And, here you are Miss Nanani." He said in accompaniment to setting her breakfast on the coffee table in front of her. "Dig in, and enjoy your show. I'll be back when it's over."

"Yes, Master. Thank you again." She affirmed, ensuring her gratitude as she hadn't been pampered quite to this extent in a while.

As soon as he was gone, she about dove headfirst into her food, stomach having been growling for the past twenty minutes or so. Everything was cooked to perfection. Eggs scrambled with a perfect mixture of cheese, sausage without a single char mark, and toast a perfect golden-brown color.

She devoured it in a matter of minutes; well before the commercial break had even ended. Her focus returning to the show after cleaning her muzzle with a provided napkin. As always, the ending was a happy one. Randall had given up in trying to get his friends to take him to the circus, which caused him a lot of distress and sadness. Seeing him down, though, his friends have a change of heart and decide to go anyway, even buying him the sumptuous cotton candy he so dearly desired. It was a simple ending, but satisfactory enough for her. And as if on cue with her turning off the television as the next time slot began, Master entered the room again, carrying many of the same plastic bags from earlier.

"Haaaappy Birthday to you." he began to sing, catching her completely off guard. "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Nanani. Happy birthday to you!" All this sung as he placed each bag on the coffee table, as well an envelope she had not seen prior.

"Happy Birthday?" Repeating in question as always, she looked baffled as ever.

"One year old today are we, Miss Nanani?" Asking this as if she knew better. "If that's the case, I suppose it's my duty to honor this important even with gifts for the fair lady of the day."

He said this with such a false sense of eloquence, she nearly giggled at how silly it was, but just the same at how much he was flattering her.

"That's so very sweet of you, Master." She said this with a paw covering her maw to stifle her laughter.

"Tis necessary, Miss Nanani. Only the finest treatment for the prettiest woman in all the land."

Now he had her red. She had never been complimented like this before, and even though she was still young, she did feel like a proud and beautiful woman in this moment. Aside from the fact that she now had both paws in front of her face, blushing into them so furiously.

"Why doesn't Miss Nanani open her first gift?" He brought a hand to her fores as he suggested this, gently pulling them away so she may see which bag he intended her to dive into first, it being the largest one of all.

The child in her wanted to rip into it as fast as possible. This was all so exciting. Nevertheless she maintained her composure (aside from her still reddened face) and lifted the present onto her seat. It wasn't all too heavy, and once she had removed the paper that stuffed the inside, she was met with a beautiful sight. Pulling it out so quickly, she held a short white skater dress, silky smooth and complete with thin shoulder straps and textured with gentle gathers at the bodice and skirt. She was in awe of its beauty, smiling wider than ever before.

"Would you like to try it on?" He asked from the other side of the dress-covered veil.

"Yes, Master!" She exclaimed. "It's... It's so beautiful."

"I bet it looks even better on you, Miss Nanani. Stand up, and I'll help you."

Practically rocketing from her seat, she stood up, positively gleaming with the largest of smiles.

"Step into it please, milady." Master beckoned her to the heap on the floor, held open with his hands.

She hopped into place, and with that he pulled the dress up, pulling the straps over her shoulders and zipping up the back as she examined it with continued awe. Her fores ran down its every square inch, her hinds doing all they could not to leap for joy.

"You look." He paused, and instead of finishing his statement, took one of her paws in his hand, and gently tugged her away, taking her to her own bedroom.

With the door wide open, there hung the mirror, and in its reflection the Glaceon soon stood, Master by her side.

"You look stunning, miss Nanani." His compliment nearly put her in a fit of happy tears.

And she couldn't deny. That Glaceon that stood before her, it was extremely hard to believe that was indeed her. How could it be? So far removed the reflection she had seen not hours ago. Nevertheless, she did a light twirl, finally giving an audible "Wow." as she did so, having been speechless for the last few minutes.

"I agree. Wow." Master affirmed.

Together they basked in it for another minute or so, before he rose to fetch the other gifts, not wanting to remove her from the sight of the princess that stood before her in the mirror.

The dress was certainly the hit of the day, but the rest of the gifts each did their part to leave a big smile on her muzzle. A round of blouses, t shirts and skirts filled the second bag, all easily mix and matchable. The third and final bag contained a plethora of scented products (most being lilac, her favorite). Nearly each and every gift earned Master an elated hug from the overjoyed Glaceon.

By the time the gift unwrapping had finished and Nanani had been given ample time to try each and every article of clothing on, the morning had worn into noon, and it was time for lunch. Again, Master insisted on preparing the meal, leaving Nanani to experiment with her perfumes and whatnot. Lunch was simple, being pork potstickers with complimentary soy sauce, hand-delivered straight to her bedroom.

Soon after lunch, Master brought her to the upper floor where they settled in for a movie.

"I know you'll like this one. It's a classic romance." he explained just as he dimmed the lights.

The movie was set in the late eighteen hundreds, centering around a family (more specifically the eldest daughter) who is pressured by her parents to marry and leave the home. She's reluctant at first, but meets a handsome upper class man, forcing a major change of heart in her. However, he's rather reserved, and it causes tension between the two of them. The entire story had Nanani on the edge of her seat, in and out of tears, completely engrossed really from start to finish. She loved every second.

When the film had come to an end, it was on to the master bathroom. Having never set paw in here save for cleaning it, Nanani wasn't sure what to expect.

"Please remove your clothes, Miss Nanani. We wouldn't want them getting wet." Master advised, fiddling with the many components within the chamber of the elaborate bathtub.

Water jets soon running, the whole contraption was off to a roaring start. As it went, Master added a scented bath bubble solution to the mix. Again, it was lilac.. After several moments of basking in the heavenly scent, she was beckoned to slip in. The moment she did so could only be described as divine. Soon this feeling was amplified when, without warning, he began to administer a massage to her upper areas, carefully kneading and rolling over her every weak spot. From time to time he would ask her to adjust slightly, but aside from that, she was immovable for the next half hour. After the massage was complete, he left her to soak and enjoy for as long as she liked.

"Perhaps another hour won't hurt." She stated without guilt.

And indeed, an hour passed, and even then some as she simply rested, even falling into a light sleep for nearly half of it. Then came a gentle knock on the already open door, Master standing in its way.

"Miss Nanani. Your presence is requested in the dining hall within the next hour."

This time she played along.

"Oh really now? By whom, might I ask? Someone of noble stature, I presume?" She did her best to pull off the thick accent had by the protagonist of the movie from earlier.

"No title, Miss. But a man of noble stature nonetheless."

She could hardly maintain a giggle.

"I will be present and punctual!" Came her fluttery response.

After another ten minutes of enjoying herself, and it was off to the bedroom, putting on the very same dress she had been gifted. The zipper proved a problem, though. As dexterous as she may be, she simply couldn't reach. However, she had a solution. Using one of the many wire coat hangers that came with her brand new clothes, she fed the hook through the tiny tab on the mechanism itself, using her mirror all the while to see exactly what she was aiming for. All this took roughly a half hour, but by the time she was done, it was off to the dining room. There, an extraordinary spread, even surpassing in quality that of the many parties Master held. Steak, stuffing, a berry basket, dinner rolls; even fish, and so much more. She only stared in awe for what felt like a lengthy amount of time before the becoming-familiar "Miss Nanani" rang in her ears once more. Whirling around, in the arched entryway stood Master, wearing an obviously expensive suit and tie combo with fine slacks, and his thin hair neatly parted. Even to her he looked... rather handsome!

"The duke of Snowpoint is happy to have you for dinner, miss." The formality was beginning to appear a tad silly.

But again, she played along. "I was told the man I would be meeting had no title."

To this he only stepped forward first, offering a hand out to her, to which she placed her paw. From there, he led her to the edge of the table, now finally responding with. "Then you were sadly misinformed. Only a man of stature would dare to request the presence of such a lady."

Using his free hand, he pulled out the lone chair at this end, but before relinquishing her to sit, he leaned down and placed a kiss upon the paw in his hand, to which she snickered.

As soon as she had taken her spot, he took to filling her plate with all manner of delectable items, everything cooked, grilled and fried to nigh perfection. The fish was particularly exquisite in her mind, though she always preferred seafood over other kinds of meat. Master sat at the exact opposite end of the lengthy table, enjoying his own meal in silence. Time wore on, and the both of them had their fill. Master asked her in as polite a manner as possible to wait in the living room for him to finish cleaning. And after a bow of her own, went off for said room, taking her place on one of the sectionals, pondering over what could possibly be next. She also took to glancing out the window, and sadly, it was indeed dark, signifying this all was over soon. While she adored every moment, it was bound to end as much as she wished it never would.

"Miss Nanani?" To this she whipped around to see him standing nearly to her side, a hand outstretched for her. "May I have this dance?"

It had only now clicked that music had been playing, though it was subtle. She rarely ever had a chance to listen to music, but even then it was almost nothing like this. It had a very dated, but jaunty feel to it, most of the instruments being horns, and sung beautifully by a woman with an alto vocal type. It had to have been straight from the forties or fifties. All this processed in only a second or two, she placed her left fore in his hand, and he brought her upright. His other hand now open for her, she met it with her opposite. She had never danced before, but she had an idea of what to do from the start. The steps were another matter entirely, but luckily, Master was careful in leading her. It was a basic swing. Triple step, triple step, rock step. For the two songs, she only watched her own paws, carefully trying to match his steps with her opposite leg. But, as the music started up a third time, she soon found her rhythm. Her eyes moved up to his, and catching such a goofy grin, she couldn't prevent herself from outright laughing.

On and on they danced, several minutes passing, yet it felt like an hour. In time she tried to add a little flair to her steps, swinging her hips a bit more, while he in turn even flung her once into a cross-body lead, all the while she giggled like a schoolgirl. As the final song sounded, however, Master quickly lowered himself to her height, and pulled her in for an unexpected hug.

"Happy Birthday, Nanani." His voice was shaky and emotional, as if the hug itself wasn't surprising enough.

"Oh, Master." Her own voice was full of emotion as well, though hers was more consoling than tearful. "Everything was so wonderful. Thank you."

He didn't immediately reply until he had cleared his throat.

"You deserve it," He paused a moment to break the hug, and meet her eyes. "and so much more."

Now the tables had turned, and she could feel the tears begin to well. Before she could even start, however, he took her fores once more.

"Let's dance just a little longer."

His suggestion was one she couldn't hope to turn down.