((It got a bit long, oops ^.^;; Eheh…sorry anon

Teasing loyalist/patriot banters. But at least they both agree that New York and Toronto are annoying.

Michelle will Fite™ Ivy if she has to go through Bluenose teasing one more time

Michelle refuses to leave Ivy in her house alone, after coming back one day to find her entire floor completely covered in Canadian dimes, with Ivy sitting at the other end of the hall with a smug little smirk and cup of Dunkins coffee. Just to taunt her.

Drinking and sailing rivals buddies

They probably play King of the Hill games together

Ivy has 100% sworn Michelle a life debt and will do anything and everything she asks

Michelle drags Ivy to every home Red Sox and Patriots game. Every. Single. One.

Ivy is secretly a Bruins fan, since she doesn’t have her own team (yET.) However, if asked, she still insists she’s neutral. Léa’s hockey wrath shall not be incurred.

Ivy sometimes gets déjà-vu of the Ontarians, because of Michelle’s ego

Accent mimicking (which normally fails because they’re both already so thick) and teasing. Both ways. All the time.

When they get in a car, Ivy drives. Michelle has tried to negotiate around this (“in Massachusetts I drive, since I know the rules of the road here.”) Ivy gave it a “third times the charm” before ducktaping Michelle into shotgun until she gave up and let Ivy be around the clock chauffeur. “Masshole” might’ve also been a very common nickname used during this process (and still sometimes is).

Ivy getting (forcibly) introduced to Dunkins, and eventually even starts to call it Dunkies hey, it’s catchy. They’re actually not that bad, but she holds Michelle to absolute secrecy of the few-time admittance by using a picture of her holding up Ivy’s old Loyalist uniform. Because willingly coming into contact with one is 110% shameful to Michelle.

Arguing over whether the drink with the ice cream in it is a frappé or a milk shake. Boston, you are the only one who calls it a frappé, stop yourself

Galena: what it’s like to be in a relationship with my muse

You quickly learn to love yourself (if you already don’t), you learn to take relax and take risks, and she just makes you feel overall…happier. It’s like her smile and energy are contagious when she wants them to be.

You also learn how to hold your liquor very very quickly.

Garnet: what my muse’s perfect partner would be

Verdite: my muse’s ethnicity/family history

Primarily English; she was settled by Protestant Loyalists. Afterwards, when the rest of the UK’s influence started creeping in correct me if I’m wrong on this but mostly Scottish/Irish, she started going out to that, as well.

Malachite: what my muse as a child thought they would be when they grew up

Quarts: how my muse thinks other people see them

She knows they’re all likely a little wary of her and enjoys it. But she also thinks they know that she knows how to wake up a party, and how to wake it up good. She’s the most known Maritime city, after all; that name goes a long way up here.

Ulexite: how empathetic/sympathetic/compassionate my muse is

Contrary to popular belief she’s very much all three. She just prefers to keep the conversations lighthearted, if at all possible.

Tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate

Wake up from a nap with a loud scream and in a cold sweat.