When Morticia first met Enid Wednesday's first day at Nevermore, she was sure her daughter would eat her alive, smother her, or kill her with fright. But, to her surprise and delight, became unlikely friends by the end of the school year.

Enid had wolfed out just to save Wednesday, and that certainly said something. Her daughter was quite the unique scene, preferring murder and isolation than socialization and shared quarters. But come the following semester, She'd opted to room with her once more.

Morticia positively rose from her grave in rejoice that Wednesday had found a friend. Her daughter had many traits to envy, but many that made it hard for her. Not to mention her personality and interests, but the nature of intensity to do with those interests, her aversion to being social, her flat affect and unreadable sarcasm. All the signs said Wednesday was autistic and they now had the diagnosis to prove it.

But what Morticia never thought would happen was that her daughter would find love, companionship. And certainly not with a girl so...bright. Upbeat. Bubbly. Blonde. But here she was, Enid staying over for a week during the summer. The two hadn't announced any kind of relationship, but it wasn't hard to see.

Morticia now sat with Enid, legs crossed and hands folded together, presenting a smile meant to ease her, even if it looked more knowing than anything. She gestured to the chair across from her for Enid to sit. They were inside her expansive greenhouse.

"I just wanted to discuss house rules with you" She started, "You and Wednesday can continue to share rooms, whatever makes you comfortable. Breakfast is usually around 8:00, but there's always food around if you get peckish. I know there's a full moon soon so our basement is perfect if you don't want to shift. But there is one more thing" Her expression turns slightly more serious, but not menacing.

"Wednesday is special. She is particular, in more ways than you think. So tell me, Enid; what are your intentions with my daughter, exactly?"