There was no one in the galaxy that Miranda trusted more than Shepard. She’d already helped her in the past with her sister without even asking any questions, so if she was going to get anyone’s help with this, it was Shelard. Miranda spent the next several hours coming up with a foolproof explanation for why she wanted to gain weight. It was actually something she was very proud of. Not that it mattered in the end.
“So what you’re telling me is,” Shepard started once Miranda gave her fantastic excuse. “you want to get fat to spite your father?”
“How’d you—”
“I was there.” So it wasn’t entirely foolproof. What is?
“Right…” Miranda cleared her throat and looked towards Shelard’s models, feeling too embarrassed to look her in the eyes. I knew this was a bad idea. I should always trust my instincts.
“I’ll do it.”
Miranda snapped her attention back to Sheparad. “You will? Why?”
Shepard shrugged, not feeling all too sure of the reason herself. “I don’t know, because we’re friends? Do I really need any more reason than that?”
The little half smile Shepard gave her pulled at Miranda’s heart strings, and made her want to kick herself. Of course Shepard would help her. When has she ever not helped her? “Thank you, Shepard. You have no idea how much this means to mean.”
Another shrug, but this time Shepard’s cheeks are tinted red. “Yeah, well…you’re welcome.” A moment of silence follows. “So how exactly do you want me to help you with this?”
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