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[ of course, as it turns out, the one thing that she's forgotten to mention to lyssa was the fact that she didn't really have a convenient method of transportation. all she'd asked for the location & time, thinking that would have been enough. of course it hadn't been.

... oh well.

hooking her small messenger bag-slash-purse on her shoulder, she bids her dad goodbye after reassuring him that she'll be back by ten (yes, yes, don't worry, just the mall--). & promptly feels glad that she left two hours before the time she's supposed to meet lyssa 'cause she just missed the bus & the next one won't be arriving for another half-hour. she settles down, pews & waits. long story short (after she subtracts the bus ride & all the weird things her hair is doing in the humidity), she manages to get to the mall in once piece: none of her organs are missing, her dress isn't ripped up, & no one had shoved her head down a toilet. day's pretty good so far (where's wood to knock on when she needed some?). 'cept the fact that she's probably a few minutes late, but--

... oh well.

she'll apologize to lyssa as soon as she can find him. ]

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[ don't get your hopes up, lyssa. you never know what kind of mood that her dad might be in. ]

Should I bring anything? [ maybe a present? the dreidel that she's been thinking about earlier? ]

[ finally gets to the cone, biting into it while shaking his head. ]

Just bring yourself and your dad. We're pretty casual with family gatherings.

[ while she's already at the last end of her cone. she's a pro at eating ice cream. ]

Okay. [ she'll be sure to tell her dad that too. that should lower his stress levels by about 200%. ]

[ there's a final nod before he goes back to his ice cream, quite content with just sitting there in silence with his friend. but alas, good things must always come to an end, namely his ice cream of choice which seems to be there one minute and gone the next. (it was delicious and he suddenly had the realization that he hasn't had dinner yet. huh.)

after he swallows his last bite, he turns to amanda again. ]

Did your dad want you home at any specific time?

[ pulls out her ~~stone-age~~ cellphone to glance at the time. ]

He usually expects me back at around ten.

[ looks at his watch as well before standing, reaching out his hand to her. ]

I'll get you home a half an hour early. I think that'll cheer him up even more.

[ gets to her feet after him & glances down before reaching back to clasp his hand in hers gently. ]

Okay. I should probably tuck him into bed too. [ she's joking. slightly. 50%. ]

[ gives it a gentle squeeze, wandering towards the door. ]

You tuck him into bed? That's sweet of you. Maybe I should try that with my mom and dad tonight.

[ it's a joke. squeezes lyssa's hand back anyway.

well. no. not really. ]

They'll like it. [ ever doting parent liked getting doted on by their children in return, right? not that it'd matter with lyssa's parents, since they were more doting than her own dad... ]

[ opens the door with his free hand, letting her go first. ]

I'll be sure to tell them that you were the one who gave me the idea in the first place.

[ shuffles on out of the store, thinking. she's not too bothered by the idea of lyssa's parents knowing that it was her idea, but... ]

Leave out my dad getting tucked in? [ just to save him the embarrassment... he didn't need any more blows to his self-esteem. ]

[ but it's not that bad-- ]

If my dad asks, I'll say that you were tucking in your ponies.

[ nods in approval. ]

Okay. [ good idea, lyssa! & that's not a lie, so he didn't have to worry about lying to his dad either. ]

[ he wouldn't be surprised if it were real anyway, which is why he takes her 'okay' and leaves the topic behind them. opens the door to the passenger's side of the car before raising their attached hands up, making her twirl in slow motion (or more like shuffle in a circle) before letting her go inside. ]

[ twirls as best as she can on command, adding a small pinch of speed so that her dress fans out like an umbrella around her. it probably doesn't look as awesome or as pretty as the movement tended to be in the movies, but at least with this, she can say that she'd tried.

wiggling back into the seat, she stretches, yawning a little. & then stops mid-way, freezing with muted horror. ]

. . . I'm getting old. [ old like her dad, needing to get to bed at ten... nooooooooooooo... ]

Nah. Late nights are bad for your skin anyway. [ reaches down to stroke her ~~poof~~ hair a little, shutting the door so he can circle the car and hop on inside. after the car starts: ] Maybe someday I can tuck you into bed.

We could have a sleepover.

[ starts their drive, blinking in surprise before turning to look at her briefly. ]

Would your dad be okay with that?

[ thinks about it some... ]

If I tell him a week in advance.

[ drums his fingers on the steering wheel, thinking. ]

I think that would be fun, but only if he's comfortable with it.

I'll let you know later? [ short pause. ] When are you going to London?

The day after my graduation party!

[ nods. ]

He'll get used to it. [ using the time that lyssa's away. that's more than enough time, right? ]

Great! Then I'll visit you the moment I'm back at home.

Don't forget your pajamas.

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