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Taste of Thai, Sunday, Midday

Even with no school, this had been a ridiculously busy week for Rinoa, what with ~~fighting with~~ breaking up with Squall since he was being a jerk, and then finding out Seifer was coming here, now, and letting him take her out to lunch. Which may or may not be a date, depending. It was a little soon to be dating but she could totally date if she wanted to, thank you very much.

This probably wasn't a date, and that was why she had a very casual sort of dress on. Nice, but not fancy or anything. So!

So. Here they were, at Taste of Thai. She should not be nervous about being on a not-a-date with her ex-boyfriend, should she?

"The sesame delight is good," she said, helpfully.

(for the ex, but open for anyone else who wants Thai!)

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"Wow." He didn't want to think about it. While she was meeting their kid, he was brainwashed and...

Seifer sighed, not wanting to think about that. "So, she's possible, but probably not for us?"

"Who knows," Rinoa said, a little flatly. She stood up, suddenly, pulling her arms away from him. She didn't know what to do with them, so she'd use them to pull her chair back to her side of the table. That way, she didn't have to look at him. "You know, I can't ... the whole time we were trying to talk you down, I kept seeing her eyes. And now ..."

It wasn't really fair to ask him about things he'd done while brainwashed, except ... except there was one that had stuck with her. The last bit.

"You said you weren't a damn bit sorry," she said. "You threw me to her, and that was the last thing you said to me."

Seifer shook his head, trying not to cringe at how quickly Rinoa pulled away.

"Do you want me to apologize again? Because I will. I'm sorry I was an idiot, I'm sorry I wasn't able to stop her, I'm sorry it was you." He looked away for a moment and smiled.

"And yeah, I'd love for her to be a reality for us, but you're stupidly in love with Squall, no matter what you say right now." And he couldn't figure out why she would choose him over her knight.

Rinoa shivered. "It's stupid," she admitted. "Because I know that wasn't you, in there. I knew it when you said it. But some part of me thought ... thought maybe that part of it was real. That she'd convinced you, and brainwashed you, but you were just ... saying things you'd thought all along."

She'd spent the next month in inky, paranoid black depths herself, which wasn't helping.

"I ... am, I guess," she allowed. "Right now, I hate that being true."

"I don't know whether to be thankful or not that the only clear memory I have of that right now is Karla coming through the wall behind me." He wasn't about to tell Rinoa that he thought it was pretty hot, that would just be stupid.

"You are. I figured that out when you went after him." He wasn't sure anyone would do that for him, and felt a little weird about it.

"I'd ... I'd say thankful," she said, shivering a little to herself. "And I had to go. He's done crazier things for me."

That was, sadly, entirely true.

She sighed, frustrated. "We're not doing so great at this whole date thing," she said. "I hope the squirrels make it sound way hotter when they write it up."

He was going to say something about Squall and crazy, but then his brain derailed.

"Squirrels? What the hell do squirrels have to do with writing? And how are they writing?"

That was ... a good question.

"I'm not clear on that part?" she said. "But it's the squirrels that ... spy on people and report all the gossip in for the radio station."

The look on Seifer's face probably showed that he clearly thought Rinoa was smoking the good crack.

"Right. Squirrels report gossip to the local radio station. Sure."

Rinoa was giving him a very amused look in return.

"You just met our daughter," she said, scooping up the phone from where it sat on the table. "And saw me as a boy, and you're planning on kidnapping a gremlin to torment Zell with, but squirrel reporters? Those are just crazy."

Seifer did something very mature and called for in this situation.

He stuck his tongue out at her.

"So, when does the gossip get broadcast? Just so I can tune in."

"Mornings," she laughed, shaking her head. "It's just a round-up of what happened, but sometimes the squirrels get details wrong. It's usually fun, anyway."

"I guess this means I have to wake up at a decent time then, just to hear it."

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