http://death-and-pies.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] death-and-pies.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2010-07-16 06:42 pm

Outback Steakhouse | Evening | Friday | July 16

Ned was having dinner with his mother. Thinking that still made his hair stand on end. It felt like his childhood hadn't ever happened. It felt like it'd been one long nightmare and now it was over and he could breathe again.

They'd kept the conversation light. Ned hadn't wanted to think about the past and his mother hadn't wanted to dwell. She'd wanted to hear about his school, Rhode Island, his friends and Kaylee. He'd obliged, of course, and now they were sitting in comfortable silence, waiting for the girl in question to arrive.

Hopefully Ned wouldn't start crying again.

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2010-07-16 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Kaylee had never met a boyfriend's mom before, much less one who'd been dead the last ten or so years.

So, it had taken her a little while to figure out what to wear. When she finally arrived, she was a little hesitant in a pretty pink -- not too bright, for once! -- and yellow dress. It took her a minute to tentatively locate them, and she gave a shy wave as she headed over.

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2010-07-16 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hi!" Kaylee said, clearly a little nervous, though she relaxed a bit at Ned's happiness. It wasn't...what she was used to. "Sorry t'keep y'all waiting."

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2010-07-16 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's fine," she said, turning her attention to the lady at the table and shyly extending a hand. "Hi, ma'am. I'm Kaylee Frye. It's short for Kaywinnit Lee but ain't no one who calls me that. Just Kaylee."

Oh, god, she was nervous.

[identity profile] two-times-dead.livejournal.com 2010-07-16 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hello, Kaylee," his mother said, taking that extended hand and shaking it. "It's good to meet you. I've been hearing about you but I'm glad to put a face to the name."

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2010-07-16 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've heard lots 'bout you, too, ma'am," Kaylee said politely. "Just 'bout every time Ned makes a pie, in fact."

[identity profile] two-times-dead.livejournal.com 2010-07-16 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"And does he do that a lot?" his mother asked, amused. She sent a smile towards her son. "I'd hope he does other things beside just baking."

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2010-07-16 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"He's real good at it," Kaylee assured her. "Way better'n me! But he does other things, too. I just really like his pies."

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2010-07-16 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"I fix things," she said carefully. "I'm a mechanic. I built Ned a oven!"

What? She had.

[identity profile] two-times-dead.livejournal.com 2010-07-16 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"An oven?" his mother repeated, clearly impressed. "That's quite the level of skill. Is that what you're doing up in Rhode Island?"

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2010-07-16 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," Kaylee said cheerfully. "I work in a store. Ned makes donuts!"

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2010-07-16 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"I sell clothes," Kaylee said. "For professional ladies."

Old, ugly clothes, she thought.

"And Ned makes other things but I like the donuts from there a lot. But they still ain't as good as his pie!"

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2010-07-16 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"I ain't found a place that'd hire me," Kaylee admitted. "Just yet. But I'm not givin' up trying! Ned's got a start in baking, too, so I just gotta find my footing, like."

[identity profile] two-times-dead.livejournal.com 2010-07-16 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"And where is your family?" his mother asked. "Ned hasn't told me too much about them."

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2010-07-16 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Kaylee gave Ned a hesitant look, and said, "They live far, far away from here. My daddy's got a repairshop, and my mama is a homemaker."

[identity profile] two-times-dead.livejournal.com 2010-07-17 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Being a homemaker is an admirable job," she said, grinning. "I hope she thinks so too. I didn't have enough time to do that and I regret that."

Ned frowned down at his foot and sighed.

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2010-07-17 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
"But the time you did have made a big difference," Kaylee offered shyly.

[identity profile] two-times-dead.livejournal.com 2010-07-17 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
"I still wish I had more time," she said, glancing at Ned and reaching to give his hand a squeeze again. "It was no one's fault. No one's."

Ned begged to differ but he kept quiet.

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2010-07-17 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
"I agree," Kaylee said, smiling a little. "It's good you think so, too."

[identity profile] two-times-dead.livejournal.com 2010-07-17 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
"I do." Ned didn't, of course. "No one is at fault for Ned being as special as he is. And no one is at fault for accidents."

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2010-07-17 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
"He is special," Kaylee agreed. She lowered her voice, like Ned wasn't sitting right there, and added, "He don't always think so. I gotta tell him that sometimes."

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2010-07-17 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Sorry, bao bei," Kaylee said, meaning it. "S'true, though."

[identity profile] two-times-dead.livejournal.com 2010-07-17 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
"She's right, Ned," his mother said, smiling. "One day, you might believe it."

Ned didn't think so but he didn't argue.

"He does have fun sometimes, doesn't he?" his mother asked Kaylee.

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2010-07-17 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
"S'what I'm for," Kaylee assured her with a giggle. "I make sure he does."

[identity profile] two-times-dead.livejournal.com 2010-07-17 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
"What sorts of things do you do?" his mother asked, leaning forward. She really just wanted to know...everything.

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2010-07-17 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Sometimes I tell him a nice story, or say all the things I like best," she said, thinking that 'Sometimes I show him my boobies' was probably a bad thing to say. "We take Digby for walks, or we bounce on the bed. Sometimes I make him play games!"

[identity profile] two-times-dead.livejournal.com 2010-07-17 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
"...you get him to bounce on the bed?" she asked, skeptical but amused.

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2010-07-17 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
"He bumped his head one time," Kaylee told her, frowning a little. "He's a little tall to jump on the bed too often."

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2010-07-17 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Makes him smile, any case," Kaylee decided. "Sometimes cake makes him happy, too. Or real good food."

[identity profile] two-times-dead.livejournal.com 2010-07-17 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Real good food should make anyone smile," his mother insisted firmly. "Food is an art form. If you're a food artist, your food should be good."

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2010-07-17 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Ned's a food artist," she told her proudly. "His food makes other people happy, I think."

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2010-07-17 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
"He always is," Kaylee said, rolling her eyes. "I always tell him to be prouder of his 'complishments, like."

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2010-07-17 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
"I know it," Kaylee said proudly. "Everyone should be as proud of you as I am, bao bei."

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2010-07-17 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well," Kaylee said, a little shy. "So long as I'm 'round, I'll try an' talk him out of it."

[identity profile] two-times-dead.livejournal.com 2010-07-17 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then, he's lucky to have you," his mother said, smiling at her. "And I hope he realizes that."

Ned wasn't that dumb. He did realize it. He knew it everyday.