Ok, so perhaps she was not yet convinced that theater might suit her. Oh well Richard would nudge her over time and see if she could be persuaded. He really did think that she could be good at it, perhaps it was a confidence thing. "Personally I disagree but oh well." He shrugged. he would plot to bring this up another time.

> "I've been in New York for almost a year now. Uh, I haven't seen any ballets or the such either, so we should totally do that sometime! If you'd like, I mean. Whenever. Or a museum. Or the New York library, have you seen that?"

"Libraries? they will always be there, but musicals, now those come and go. Which would you prefer?" Said Richard browsing on his phone. "Les Miserables, The Lion King, Wicked or Phantom of the Opera? and after that how about lunch at a slightly snazzy place? What do you think?"

Hmm, it would be chance to dress up and be fashionable and act gentlemanly. This would be fun. Truth be told Richard did enjoy getting dressed up now and then. Sadly he did not really have anything going in the romance department nor had he picked up enough female friends to do this with. At work he was an anomaly, most of his co-workers seemed to prefer other pursuits, such as getting drunk and hunting and skiing. Now finally there was someone who he could do fun things with, Hmm with the plans that he had in mind it would be more of a formal dress code program. Did Margo have the appropriate wardrobe or would Richard get yet another chance to play the big brother and get Margo some suitable attire?

Richard was not convinced, again. He really needed to stop hitting the save the conversation for a another time button, but the girl, again, was glad enough when he did. She skated on right past that.

"Oh, heck yes!" It was perhaps said with too much enthusiasm, if there could be such a thing for going to see a musical. With a grin, Margo tried again. "I do proclaim this suitably amazing for us." It was, and, "The Lion King, please. Or Les Mis or Wicked or Phantom, because I'd see all of them if I could." Even the thought of those were enough to send chills down her spine.

Incredibly, incredibly happy chills. It was happening already.

"Do you mind if we stop by the Mansion so I can change and grab some stuff?" Because a musical and a snazzy lunch was just that type of occasion, one of the few where the oversized tee and jeans she was still wearing from last night might not be appropriate.

Margo seemed suitably excited. Richard grinned at her, he was going to go all out on this one. Lets see there are a few favours I could call in to make That work.. Out loud he said. "Right then Wicked it is.You want to shower in the guest room? I need to freshen up as well." Well that and he needed to make a phone call. After Margo excitedly left, he wondered if she bounced out or did she practically float out on a cloud of excitement. He envied her energy levels. He dialed someone who he knew had what he wanted.

"Yes, hello this is Richard, you remember me from the project?"
"Yes well I need to call in a favor.... its a big one. Could I borrow the roadster for a day?" there was a suitably loud squawk from the other end of the line. "Yes I know I will owe you one for this, a big one. Yes I can help you with that and that in exchange. No that last one is worth the speedster in and of itself. Ok....Ok... deal." He listened. "Ok, in 15 then. Thank you sir!" He hung up, booked two tickets online and skipped to get ready.

A quick shower later, Richard was too excited to take too long, a very well dressed Richard emerged. He had on a cap, over a fitted shirt went a nice jumper and over that an elegant jacket. Fitted trousers and comfortable walking leather shoes completed the picture. Richard contemplated take a walking stick but decided against it. He looked...elegant, almost upper class, refined. he was taking his sister out to a matinee show after taking her to a snazzy lunch. This was the time to go All out with a capital A.

"You read Sis?" he yelled, not seeing her.

"No we are not going to take my car my dear little sister." He said with barely contained boyish glee, "We are taking THAT car, which a friend has generously loaned me for the day. Now what you do you say to that?"

"You got it." And then Margo was gone, off in a flurry of excitement to the washroom. One speed shower later she returned, albeit not quickly enough for either her taste or Richard's. With a snazzy lunch and Wicked in order, and with her newfound brother, how could she possibly wait?

She took it all in stride, from Richard himself to the speedster she had a strong suspicion that he'd procured. It was so like him to go all out, and, honestly, it wasn't like the girl had expected any less. "You're looking... dapper. Debonair?" she said, and a smile played in her eyes that said all the rest.

"No we are not going to take my car my dear little sister. We are taking THAT car, which a friend has generously loaned me for the day. Now what do you say to that?"

Oh heavens it glints and isn't that a funny word, was the approximation of Margo's thoughts as she finally got a good look at the roadster. In all its glory. There was a pause, and when she spoke it was with a definite undertone of teasing admiration. That, and oh the sun just glinted into my eyes.

"I would say you're the best, but we both already know it. I would say it suits us rather well, but I look like a wet rat at the moment. No cigar there, my brother."

Margo was gone like a flash, Richard fancied that that it would a very very good day indeed. Margo returned sooner than he expected, so perhaps females in general could take fast showers if needed. She flew into the room, proceeded by her still drying hair flying out behind her.

>"You're looking... dapper. Debonair?" Siad Margo as he saw her gaze eye his attier up and down then turn to their ride. He was earning a good salary but this would put a sizable dent in it. But then again if one could not spoil ones own sister what was the use of having money in the first place.Then they got closer. It was an interesting contrast, a well dressed, dapper asian gentleman and a younger caucasion female with still drying hair in casual attire.

>"I would say you're the best, but we both already know it. I would say it suits us rather well, but I look like a wet rat at the moment. No cigar there, my brother."

Richard had to smile at the words.He did have a cigar in his top pocket. It was good to be loved by his sister. He opened the door for her and helped her in. "Well then my dear sister, off to the Mansion first then lunch?" This said he set the stereo going and off they went.

[OCC for reference here is the story behind the car]