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A tuxedoed sprite, his hair smoothed rather more completely than a human's would be, is tucked into one of the (slightly) more private booths, with a bunch of flowers, a box of candy, and, of course, the requisite candlelight.

[OOC: Catch him before his Valentine arrives, or pester them both together! Not too much pestering, though. You ruin their date at your peril.]

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Soon enough the tuxedoed sprite is joined by a human girl dressed in a blue evening gown. Her dark hair is, for once, not pulled up in its usual ponytail but pinned in an up-do.

"Excuse me," she says "is this seat taken?"

Enzo half-rises from his seat at the sight of her, but forces himself to sit back down while kicking the speech centres of his brain into functionality.

"Well," he drawls, "I was kind of waiting for someone."

"And she stood you up? What a shame."

"I know. I think I need comforting."

"Well, lucky for you I don't have any plans for tonight," she says, sliding into the booth.

He grins.

"So, come here often?" he asks, losing the last vestiges of a straight face.

"Occasionally," Dani responds, just before she dissolves into giggles.

Enzo cracks up as well.

"Man, I didn't even make it to the really bad ones." He pulls himself together just long enough to sleaze, "Hey, baby, what's your data type?"

Any chance of Dani's giggles dying down has been blown at that line as she starts laughing again.

"Where'd you hear that one? Wait; forget it," she says before he an answer. "I probably don't want to know."

"Nah, it's nothing bad. Hugh told me. And Ina Jo said if you want to shoot it down, you answer 'void'."

"Thank you, Ina Jo."

Helpfully, he adds, "The rejection line for 'Come here often?' is 'Well, I used to...'"

More giggling. "That one I might have to keep in mind."

Hugh and Ino Jo could publish a ReadMe file. One of those really small files in the racks by the checkout line.

"Oh! Here." He presents her with the flowers (roses and forget-me-nots, his personal ♥-day tradition) and the candy (the culturally sanctioned heart-shaped box of chocolates, plus a small paper bag containing the biggest jawbreaker available).

"Aw, thanks Enzo. Here."

She pulls a flash drive out of her purse and slides it across the table to him; it's labeled "Enzo Valentine's Day 2013". When Enzo accesses the drive he'll find a variety of MP3 music files.

"Thanks!" Until then, he shall relish the mystery.

He starts to lean over for a kiss, stops, moves the candlesticks, and then leans over for a kiss.

Catching fire is bad.

Yes, very bad.

Dani smirks just a little before leaning in so that they meet in the middle (approximately) of the table.

Enzo savours the kiss as much as he can without inviting zappiness. (Also, leaning across a table.)

He smiles widely as he pulls back. Mmm, almost-grown-up girlfriend.

"Wow. Less than two weeks, huh?"

"Yeah." She may hide it ~~not all that~~ well, but Dani's getting pretty excited.

"And you're still going with a small party?"

A nod.

"It's easier to plan than that a huge party like we had for my sixteenth. Less chance of someone like Ember crashing it, too."

"What if someone tries to make their own party? Is Valerie on duty?"

"Mm-hm. Though she and her dad will probably stop by the party at some point."

"That's cool. It's not gonna be too crowded with us all, right?"

"No, it'll be fine," Dani assures him. "There'll be plenty of room. We'll just have to remember to keep your dad away from my mom and dad's toys."

Enzo nods vehemently. Restraints may be necessary.

"I just hope we can get him transformed. With Belar not around anymore, I'll have to find another god to do it. And it might not be the same for Dad..."

Dani winces. "Ooh, yeah. I didn't think about that."

He takes her hand and squeezes it. "It'll be okay, though. I mean, if we can't transform him, you and your folks can come over and we'll just have another party.

"Oh, that reminds me..." With his free hand he produces a file folder. "He sent this for your parents. I'll convert it before you go home."

Edited 2013-02-24 02:25 (UTC)

"And it'd be perfect even if it was planned at the last minute, knowing Dot," Dani grins.

"Okay. What is it?"

"He says it's research notes on 'an analysis of the increase in text strings attached to cats'." He raises an eyebrow and lowers his voice. "I think maybe he had a breakthrough."

"'An analysis of the increase in text strings attached to cats'?" she echoes incredulously. "Geez. You'd think if they were trying to hide something from us, they'd be a little more original in their fake names for it."

"Yeah, well... Dad may be brilliant at science, but he's not the best liar."

Enzo had to get it from somewhere.

"Neither's my dad. I have no idea what Mom's excuse is."

"Well, if they're really doing what we think..." for us... "they can call it what they want."

He squeezes her hand again.

She squeezes back.

"Right. And we have to remember to act appropriately surprised when they finally unveil it."

He chuckles. "Exactly. Though... I mean, there's no guarantee they'll manage..."

He hates to think that they might fail, but he knows science is like that, and to get their hopes up...

She nods. "And if that happens...we'll think of something.

Maybe we can move here and commute to work every day."

...

All right. Yes, the future's uncertain. Yes, that is not a 100% ideal solution.

But to hear her say exactly what he thinks every time he sees her...

"I'm coming over to that side of the table, okay? It's too hard to kiss you from over here."

"Good; that saves me from going ghost and phasing through the table."

"Hey, if you want to..."

Would her hair still be up, he wonders?

"No thanks." She shakes her head.

"All right."

He moves around the table and slides in with her. They'll just have to risk the sparks.

(It's not like he's not used to a bit of zappage by now. This is how you end up with kinks.)

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