And I have a feeling that Marigold and Claire would be awful roommates...
And not in the ha-ha odd couple way. In the endless-cringe-humour way. Marigold's deadpan apathy vs Claire's snarky passion. It'd take a passive-aggressive Cold War to epic proportions. Battle spatulas would be wielded against month-old-hardened-stale-pocky-lances over the dishes.
"Because it's
MARIGOLD'S TURN, DAMN IT, I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER"
"MY MOTHER WAS MESSIER THAN I WAS YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL YOU'RE JUST STUCK WITH ME"
"UNLESS YOUR MOTHER WAS LITERALLY A
TOXIC WASTE DUMP I FIND THAT VERY HARD TO BELIEVE"
"Maybe she was. Maybe that's why my chest is the size of... well, you. All of you. And you're like, a board with a wig and glasses."
"..."
"Oh... was that the line? Did I just cross the line? Oh, god, I'm so sorr-"
"RARRGHHH"
I could write them more in character, but it would take at least four months of subtle buildup, three Yelling Birds and two bowls of cereal with Steve to do justice.