She was too smart for her own good! Meg grinned at herself in that cocky sort of way, round cheeks raised in the smile with one of her brows slightly higher than the other. She moved just slightly before giving a proper nod. There were no arguments against the suggestion, and as standoffish as the newer, likely still highly demonic Meg wanted to be, it didn't bother the kind of good Meg on the bench.
"Alright," she agreed. One of her legs crossed at the knee, foot bobbing in the air thoughtfully. Her eyes roamed over her mirror's face, closed, body language. Yup. Her.
"So?" Logically, as she had already asked the question, she wait for it to be answered. Meg also wait for the incoming question, curious as to which it could possibly be first. A part of her also hoped she could answer it. Her credibility as the real--or at this point a real Meg hung in the balance. Though, a small part of her made a face and asked why she cared. Well, she cared because wouldn't it be easier to be on good terms with yourself, than bad? That, and they could be here for a long damn time.