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JGOB | Early Afternoon | Friday | July 16

Mister and Miss Owens, late of a graveyard in England, were still enjoying the quaint little island their son had found himself on. They even welcomed the heat having been gone for so long that they'd almost forgotten what weather felt like.

It was a nice day. Mister and Miss Owens had taken up residence at a small table outside, foregoing any food in order just to sit and soak up the atmosphere. Bod hadn't arrived yet but he'd said he just needed a shower and he'd be there. There was time and Mister and Miss Owens were fine with waiting.

They were patient. They weren't talking with each other though Miss Owens had her hand over Misters Owens' own hand, loose and comfortable. Any other time, Mister Owens might act like he didn't want it there (even if he did) but he welcomed it now.

The day was nice. They weren't alive but they were closer than they had been in years. It was amazing.

[Bod's [going] to be here for his parents and the giiiiiiiirl but JGOB is an open place in time that can be used for other things!]

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Kate, meanwhile, kind of felt like dying. Possibly after a lot of flailing. And it was all because this just wasn't happening. She couldn't possibly be on her way to meet Bod's parents, because Bod's parents were dead. Like, all four of them. Dead. And yet, here she was, making her way to JGOB, with the intention of doing just that. It was insane. They were supposed to be dead!

And what if they didn't like her? God, why couldn't ground just swallow her whole?

Once she got to JGOB, and had quickly scanned the outside area, she stopped. It wasn't that she didn't see the Owenses, it was just that she expected Bod to be with them, and so that couple there couldn't be them, because Bod wouldn't send her into this situation on her own. Right?

So... She kind of just stood there, looking around. In her sensible yet cute blouse with the bow, and the vest and-- okay, the skirt was kind of short, but she'd coupled it with some thick black tights, and was hoping that all in all, she was giving off a respectable vibe.

While standing there, all awkward. Yeah.

Miss Owens wasn't always the most observant person (she left that to Silas and the other ghosts) but it was impossible to not see the young girl standing there like she was waiting for something bad to happen. For a moment, Miss Owens just watched her to see if she'd find what she was looking for.

When she didn't move, Miss Owens finally said, "Are you all right, dear? You almost look like you've seen a ghost."

At that, Mister Owens chuckled.

Unfortunately for Kate, while Bod had told his parents about her, he didn't describe her and he didn't have pictures so she was going have to be awkward for a little bit longer.

Kate was startled by being talked to so unexpectedly, and she was just about nervous enough to blurt out no, but I'm looking for two of them. She didn't, though.

"Uh, no, I'm fine, thank you," she said with a quick, slightly distracted smile. "Just supposed to meet up with my..." She glanced around again. "...Boyfriend. And his, um, his parents."

"Oh, you must be Kate," Miss Owens said, actually getting up now that she realized who she was talking to. Old fashioned manners and all. Mister Owens kept his seat for the moment, looking appraising.

"Bod's not arrived yet but he'll be along shortly," she said, wandering over to the girl. "Hullo, dear. I'm Miss Owens, Bod's mother. And that disrespectful oaf is Mister Owens. Bod's told us about you!"

Good things, Kate, all good things. Miss Owens smiled at her. "Would you like to sit with us? Of course you would!"

... Oh shit.

For a second there, Kate did a spectacular impression of a deer in headlights. She shook it off quickly though, replacing the expression with a smile that left something to be desired as far as looking natural went.

It was the best she could do under the circumstances.

"Oh, um, hello Miss Owens," she said, offering Bod's mother her hand. "I... guess I would, yea-- Yes."

"Yes, of course you would," Miss Owens said, letting that poor, surprised expression go without a word for the moment. It was only natural for her to be a little nervous. Without a word, Miss Owens took Kate's hand and led her to the small table.

She took her seat again and nodded at one of the other empty seats. "I think Bod's gotten a little relaxed in his manners now that he's been gone for awhile."

Mister Owens snorted. "He only uses those manners when people are looking."

"Well, nonetheless," Miss Owens said, clasping her hands on the table in front of her, "he's still late. And you are nothing like I expected."

Once Kate had taken a seat, she sat with her back straight. She hardly ever looked that poised outside of dance class. And yet there was still a pretty noticeable trace of awkwardness about her.

Her head tilted a bit, she asked, "I'm not?"

Really surprising. Really. Because of course Bod would tell them to expect a nervous wreck in modest clothes, trying desperately to act like a grown-up.

"You're not," his mother confirmed with a gentle smile. Of course, she didn't elaborate because she hadn't made any judgments about this girl yet. She would withhold her first impressions.

"Expectations are hard to come by when we're just as surprised as you are to be here," Mister Owens interjected, resting his chin in his hands. "This is new to us as well."

"We're really just very pleased to see him," Miss Owens continued, nodding. "And it's very good to hear he's found himself a little place with friends here. Here's to hoping those friends are a little better than the one he had back home."

There was something unspoken there and both of his parents fixed their eyes on Kate. That probably wasn't helping with the discomfort but they were protective.

Yeah no, not helping at all. Especially since the only time Kate had really ever had to meet a boyfriend's parents had been with Ben and his mom, and there she'd spent most of her time boggling at the slutty breast implants.

This was different. Way, way different. No one had given her looks like that there, for one thing.

But on the other hand, she knew exactly what to say here. She had no intention to hurt him like that, or to leave him pretty much traumatized and thinking he was something he most definitely wasn't. But saying that aloud might have been a little rude, so she let it all just be reflected in the tone she chose.

"They are," she said. "And I am nothing like Scarlett."

And saying that, she felt just the tiniest bit more like herself.

"Excellent to hear," Miss Owens said and smiled a little more sincerely. "I don't think he's quite gotten over that little bump in the road. And I don't think anyone can help him get through that either. Not me, not Mister Owens and not even Silas. He has to manage it himself."

Miss Owens just hoped he could. Carrying around those regrets just got tiring and painful after too long. "What are are you like, Kate? Bod spent plenty of time talking about you but he's not you and we'd like to hear from you."

Mister Owens leaned back in his chair, relaxed and still appraising the girl across from them. He added, "And if you do know the name of that girl, it's a good assumption that you know a little more about him than most so be honest, now."

And back into awkwardness and uncertainty Kate went, even if she did a slightly better job of hiding it now. Her hand came up to the top of her chest, though, but found only the bow. The necklace was there, under the blouse, unreachable. She lowered her hand back to her lap.

"Well, I'm... from Overland Park in Kansas," she started, though that didn't really answer the question and she knew it. "Kind of a city girl, although I've been here for a year now. And, um, I guess I'm kind of smart?"

That sounded like a question. It wasn't supposed to sound like a question.

Someone should just kill her. Kill her now.

"You guess?" his mother questioned, picking up on that immediately. She did smile kindly because people in other countries could probably pick up on her nerves. "Well, I should hope you'd know how smart you are, dear. It's an important thing to know."

Mister Owens didn't smile though his eyes looked amused. Imagine that, two old ghosts were able to intimidate a young girl. It had to be the parent thing, he decided, and not the ghost thing.

"And you're his girlfriend?" his father asked, half smiling now. "For how long?"

Before Kate could answer, Miss Owens added, "And how did that come about, dear? Bod was a little hazy on the details."

Yes, it was the parent thing, not the ghost thing. Frankly, Kate could only barely even remember she was talking to people who were dead. It was pretty much drowned out by the internal flailing caused by talking to the boyfriend's parents.

But right. Questions.

"Oh, we've been dating for..." She had to do some quick math in her head. "For almost a month and a half now. But we've known each other since, like, January." She tried that smile on for size again. "It was a little slow."

And a whole lot complicated, but if she could get away with not saying anything about that, she would.

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