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Pizza Planet, around 7 pm

This was to be a good evening. River had put on her best dress for dancing, arranged her hair with the hairpin Parker had given her, and borrowed some of Buffy's makeup. She had arrived a little early and found a quiet table in a corner, and waited for Jack, passing the time with folding origami birds out of the serviettes. On no account was she going to let her meeting with Blair earlier today ruin this evening.

[River is here for Jack, but Pizza Planet is open.]

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Jack smiled as he sat across from River, taking a long, slow look at her. "Beautiful," he decided, leaning across the table to touch her hand, careful not to disturb the little birds. "Absolutely stunning. And all for me."

"All for you." River placed an origami bird in his hand, and looked up to meet his eyes. "Glad you're not a mouse anymore."

"So am I," he said, holding the bird up to the light to examine it closely. "This is amazing, River. You'll have to show me how to do it." Jack set it down, and grinned. "Though it wasn't without it's advantages. I'm not sure you'd give me a bath looking like this."

River picked up the menu. "I would, but you wouldn't fit in my sink. I'd even draw circles on you. Want a pizza will all the toppings." This was to be a good evening, after all.

Jack's mind went away very briefly at the mental image, but he blinked and was back. "Of course with everything. You can have anything you want, River. That's what tonight is for."

He caught the waiter's attention and ordered pizza with everything, reassuring him that yes, that meant anchovies, pineapple and chillies, then turned to River. "What else would you like?"

River thought for a second. "Garlic bread. Vanilla milkshake." River hoped she wasn't overdoing it. "What are you having?"

She smiled at the waiter, amused at his confusion at her order.

"I'm going to share your pizza - so make it a large," he added, grinning at the waiter. "And you can add a coke, and another garlic bread."

To River, he asked, "Think that'll do us? Keep in mind there's ice cream afterwards."

River's face lit up at the mention of ice cream. "It will."

When the waiter had left them she continued: "I made attempts to explain to Berthold that mice were not to be attacked. He ate my instructional illustrations."

Jack burst out laughing, imagining Berthold's reaction. "Poor monster. It wasn't his fault. There I was, invading his room, all cute and fluffy," he said, still chuckling. "He got over being bitten?"

"After two days," River told him. "He needs to get out more." She began making a salt and pepper pattern on the table. "Saw Blair today."

"Oh." Jack straightened, looking at River intently, wondering if she was okay, or if Blair was going to need to be smacked in the near future. "And?"

She have him a crooked smile. "Am ok. He wanted me back. I said no. For now."

The salt and pepper pattern was turning quite elaborate.

"Ah." Jack watched her fingers, then reached over and nudged the edge of the pattern gently, drawing a little spirtal pattern in it. "Why?"

River wrinkled her nose. "Could be painful. Not sure." Feeling it was time to change the subject she looked up at him with a grin. "Didn't want to miss tonight."

The waiter arrived, placing their drinks on the table.

Jack smiled his thanks, and slid River's milkshake over to her. "Well, of course. That makes perfect sense." He licked the salt and pepper off his finger and grinned. "Best reason in the world, actually."

River nodded solemnly. "Thought so too."

She sipped her milkshake, smiling wistfully.

"And because you're wise as well as beautiful, you're all mine for the night," he said, pulling the strww out of his coke, and lifting the glass to take a long sip. "For dinner, dancing, and ice cream, as promised."

And River just blushed in reply to that, looking very happy. She stirred her milkshake with the straw.

Jack wasn't sure what he'd have done, the blush and her look arresting his attention completely, but whatever it was was interrupted by the arrival of garlic bread. "Thanks," he told the waiter.

Interruption was a good thing, he decided, breaking a piece in half and telling himself very firmly to behave.

River was actually quite hungry, and took a large bite out of her garlic bread. "I tried ice skating today," she said. "Like moving on air, only colder and sharper."

"Did you fall over?" he asked, loving her description of how it had felt. "Katara froze the lake a few weeks ago, and I spent a lot of time abruptly sitting down instead of gliding across it."

"Stay on one foot at a time and keep your balance. No, I didn't fall over."

She laughed. "I could spin in circles on the edge of a blade!"

He laughed with her, and popped a piece of bread in his mouth. "Wish I'd seen that," he said when he was done. "Next time, take me with you? You can keep me from falling down."

"Dance with me on ice?" River suggested. "You'll learn." She put the last piece of garlic bread in her mouth.

"River, I'd dance with you anywhere. Ice, head of a pin, wherever you want," he promised.

The waiter, who was just then setting the pizza on the table between them, flashed him a strange look, but Jack wasn't sure if it was in respone to his comment or the overly laden pizza. Which, granted, looked a bit odd, but smelled extremely good.

"But not until the pizza wears off," he added.

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