After returning to another three hours of work, all of the trees had been planted. Luckily, the temperature oddly dropped twenty degrees within half an hour after Mordecai and Rigby had eaten their lunches.

"When was the last time you and I talked about the weather, Mordo?", Rigby asked.

"Uuuugh!", he moaned in reply. "The weather is so boring! That's why it's the one thing we don't talk about, Rigby!"

"Well, how do you know that the clouds didn't block the sun just for us?"

"Hmm. Hmm. Well, thank you clouds!", Mordecai said with a smirk. He then turned the keys in the ignition toward the engine, and the cart began to hum once again. They had the shovels in the back of the cart as they rode their way back to the house.

"Don't forget dude: Benson wants you go to the grocery store to get some milk before we play some War Stars!"

"Of course I remember, and how can you only remember something you weren't told to do, Rigby!?"

Rigby simply shrugged in reply as if he could not defend himself on those grounds.

Mordecai struggled to keep his heavy eyelids open, as he turned the cart left and right along the path leading to the park house. Eventually he wound up yawning so loud, Rigby nearly forgot he was not sitting next to a humpback whale.

"Geez, dude!", Rigby started. "Maybe after you get the milk from the store, we should... uh... not play War Stars for the rest of the night..."

"Naaah, I'll dig up some change from my jacket, and get me a coffee while I'm out." The conversation was helping keep Mordecai awake. Seconds later, he was driving the cart into the garage. The two removed the shovels from the trunk, and placed them with the rest of Pops' gardening equipment. They walked up the stairs to confirm with Benson they had gotten their jobs done.

"And Mordecai-", Benson almost finished.

"Yeah, I'm going to the store now...", Mordecai told him. He grabbed his jacket and got back in the cart. The drive to the grocery store would take approximately ten minutes.

Mordecai pulled into the parking lot, and parked the cart within the shadows of some small trees to avoid being taunted by the immature for simply using the cart. The only disadvantage would be having to walk quite a distance to get to the store's entrance. While stepping into the marketplace, he placed his hands in the pockets of his jacket... to find they were both empty. He instantly facepalmed. All he had was the cash Benson gave him in his hand. I could've sworn I had money left from that baseball game me and C- WHATEVER! I can't just let Rigby down and not play video games with him tonight... I'll... manage... somehow. He headed toward the dairy isle.

Rigby had the remote in his hand and was flipping through the afternoon television programs. Though, he could not pay attention to the screen very well because he was weighed down with guilt. Rigby had stolen the change from Mordecai's jacket a week ago so he could buy himself a soda from the snack bar. Now, Mordecai intended to use that change to buy a coffee. Well, if I insisted he get some sleep, he might've been on to me! (Typical Rigby)

Mordecai considered for a split second getting the smaller jug of milk, so he could afford both milk and a small cup of coffee. Benson would explode if I came home with a lamesized milk jug! Well,... maybe I could convince Eileen to buy me a cup at The Coffee Shop... I could pay her back later! YES! He picked up a gallon of milk and turned to walk back to the checkout isle. As he turned a corner quite sharp, the milk he held before him crashed into someone coming in the opposite direction. The jug was so cold, the lady yelped a brief scream due to its surprising near-freezing temperature. Mordecai stopped in the middle of his immediate apology, realizing the person he had collided with was none other than Margaret. She giggled following the incident, but her eyes quickly went wide once she noticed it was him.

"Uh... hi?", Mordecai suggested.

"Well,... um... that's not really a question, you know?", she humorously attempted.

"Oh... well, I'm... sorry about the... the milk, and... the walking-into." If he could have facepalmed without her seeing, he most definitely would have.

"Yeah, ha ha it's okay."

Mordecai then became aware of her unusual apparel. She was wearing a white long-sleeve with a loosened tie and navy blue skirt. The sleeves of her shirt were rolled up twice. She also now had a damp mark on her shirt because of the defrosting jug. His eyebrows expressed his wondering of the peculiar outfit.

"Oh um... I finished my report earlier, and you know... clothes a little uncomfortable."

"Oh, I see. So, how've you been?"

"Fine."

But, Mordecai was smart enough to know that word was not true to its sentence; it hardly ever was. "Well,... that doesn't really sound... good enough."

"It's... good enough... for me.", she tried laughing.

"It doesn't really make much sense for 'fine' to be 'good enough', when 'good' is... better than 'fine'."

"So,... what are you trying to say, then?"

Uh... whoops. Margaret began to sound irritated. Something was keeping him from pulling a Mordecai and telling her the gallon of milk was getting cold, and that he should be heading home.

"I'm trying to say...", Mordecai began to answer. It took him several seconds to get the words out. "I'm trying to say that I've been... very worried... about you."

She sighed. "And, why is that?"

"I haven't heard from you since... Muscle Man and Scarla's wedding, you said you might still have... feelings for me, and I care about you."

"Well, to be honest, you're frequently on my mind, Mordecai. At the same time, I feel guilty; I can't help but believe that I ruined your relationship with CJ."

"Heh, maybe you did,... maybe you didn't; either way, you still mean something to me."

Margaret just looked at him with a smile, happy that he was actually her friend. She was happy to have him there like she did. All along she was afraid he was angry with her, and shamed herself because of how she returned into his life; she felt as if she had merely gotten in the way of his relationship. And now, everything changed and Margaret began to believe they needed to be a part of each others' lives again.

Mordecai helped her finish her shopping, and the two spent the next fifteen minutes basically talking about work and some new movies.

"In a few months," Mordecai informed her, "there is a movie coming out, based on a cool video game I used to play sometimes."

"Heh, I bet you intend to see that with Rigby. What's the name of the game?"

"Ratchet & Clank."

"Sounds like an edge-of-the-seat deal!"

"Yeah... can't wait."

As Mordecai walked her to her car, they ended the conversation with Mordecai's evening plans with Rigby. He helped Margaret put her bags in the trunk.

"Well, I guess I'll see you around, then?", Mordecai stated.

"Uh..." She really did not want to be saying a goodbye right now. "Mmhm."

"Are you gonna be okay?" Geez, I'm so insecure about... her being insecure. What? Margaret edged toward him and hugged him tightly. Mordecai was not surprised that she did it, but for how wonderful it felt. He closed his arms around her just the same.

"No...", she began to answer. "I'll be... good."

She then got in her car as Mordecai headed back to the cart with a dripping-wet jug of milk in his hands. As he put the jug beneath his seat and turned the vehicle on, he noticed the word 'HOTROD' sprayed on the hood. "So much repsect.", he sighed.