fandomtownies | Cafe Fina, Saturday

Wadsworth had the strangest dream last night. Something about Transylvania and Time Warps.

Alfred was back.

It felt kind of wrong to punish students who had done nothing. Why on earth did they even have such a system?

Pip lead Pippi into Cafe Fina, arm in arm.

So far, so good.

Pippi walked in on Pip's arm, pleased as punch.

"Ahhh, Miss Longstocking, Mr. Bernadette. Can I get you a table?"

"What? Oh, er.. yes. Please. Thank you Alfred."

"Very good," Alfred said. "Perhaps I should get you something out of the way and romantic?"

Pip glanced around. "Er...yes?" Pip asked.

Alfred nodded. "I thought so. This way please?"

"Thank you." Pippi said to Alfred.

Pip extended his arm, trying to indicate that Pippi should take it as an "after you" gesture.

Pippi did, in fact take it as such and followed Alfred past Pip.

But she reached back and took the hand of his outstretched arm.

Pip found himself being dragged by his arm to the table. As he got near, he glanced back and forth and tried to remember table ettiquite.

And a voice like a nasty blackmailing angel leaned in and said. "You seat her, you bloody dolt."

Pip glanced back to see Wadsworth retreating away with a tray of food.

He shook his head, reached out, and pulled out the chair for Pippi.

Pippi takes her seat smiling up at him.

Pip smiled back as he sat down and gave silent thanks to Wadsworth.

He then promised himself that he would never be in a situation where he had to do that ever again.

Alfred nodded to them both. "Can I start you off with a wine? We have an excellent red that I found in the cellars today. I hadn't even known it was there until today."

Pip looked over at Pippi. "That sounds good?"

"Yes." said Pippi, who knew nothing about wine. "That sounds lovely."

Alfred bowed a little. "Very good choice. Shall I get the wine now, or do you know what you want to order?"

Pippi had a momentary panic when Alfred asked that.

"...What would you say goes well with the wine you have for us?" she asks while casting a glance at Pip.

Oh good Lord please nothing pickled... Being Swedish, she was fond of things pickled but...

Not when on a date with a French guy.

Alfred appeared to think. "May I be an old romantic and suggest spaghetti and meatballs?"

"I'm... not certain I understand the reference," Pip said. "But spaghetti and meatballs are delicious. Pippi?"

"I..." she thought it over. "Don't get it either, but spaghetti and meatballs sounds delightful."

Alfred was silent. "No one watches Disney any longer," he sighed. "Very well, I will return with the wine."

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