Minerva had, admittedly, forgotten what exactly it was that Richard did for a living. Or if he'd even told her what it was that his husband did for a living. Really, it seemed pretty unimportant, for all the sight of this house did feed some sense of that curiosity. She'd been a bit of a wallflower for a while, now, finding a sense of comfort in the back yard, where some of the rooms in the house made her feel like she was imposing. She did not know so many of these people here.
So, finally, she decided she ought to change that. And she was moving back indoors with a new sense of confidence, committing herself to staring at people's name tags and striking up conversation.
Instead, the first person she'd come to find was, finally, Richard!
"Oh!" she said at the sight of him, grinning brightly, eyes lighting up. He looked so dang classy. Minnie wondered what his closet looked like. A walk-in with a revolving belt of ties, all his shoes organized and polished, a myriad of patterns lining the walls.
"Richard! Hello!"
At PSYCHIC PARTY :3