Mira had finally finished moving all of her stuff out of the basement, and taking it upstairs, leaving Olive with a bit more space...to decorate!

Of course she still has to sleep on the blanket covered wrap around couch, but actually it's pretty comfy, so she isn't complaining.

And now she gets to decorate...decorate it how she likes! She got Mira's full permission.

In fact, Olive had to sign a lot of papers to get to this point...it was a bit concerning how much Mira cared about this basement, but Olive gets it, if she had a house, with a basement, and someone was living there...she'd want to make things clear too.

But that was a LOT of papers, too many to count.

Olive stretches, walking over to the now empty bookshelf and desk in the corner, that was now for her to use!

She places lots of her gifts on the shelves, the tapes, books, comics, games, and so much more...

The shelf fills up within minutes, and she moves onto the desk, she doesn't do much to it, just moves it to where she can still see the tv from it...

She starts cleaning up her couch-bed, fixing the pillows, folding the blankets, when a thought pops in her head.

If Mira's stuff is upstairs now...that means she can theorize again!

But she has to organize first...crap...

"Ugh...this is getting boring..." Olive groans, plopping on her couch-bed.

She stands back up, stretching as she continues decorating.

She puts up glowing stars on the ceiling, putting her posters up, and some other things too.

And when Olive finally finishes, laying back down, she turns her mini tv on and starts binging tv again...when Mira comes back down.

"I just went thrifting, bought you some stuff, and I'm giving you some of my old clothes." Mira states, dropping two more boxes...

Olive thought she had only been decorating for 30 minutes...guess it was longer than that.

Mira heads back upstairs, leaving Olive to put the clothes away...

Olive whines and pushes herself up off of her couch-bed, walking over to the boxes, dragging them over to her wardrobe.

Olive finally puts the clothes away, dragging herself back over to the couch bed, her head hits the pillow and she immediately falls asleep.

Minutes later Mira floats downstairs, "Olive dinners rea-" she cuts herself off, seeing olives sleeping form, she smiles and heads back upstairs, flicking the lamp off, and gently shutting the door.