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Pizza Planet [Tuesday Evening]

In the back of his mind, Chuck was wondering if maybe a severe weather warning covering most of the state was something that would normally warrant canceling, or at least postponing, a date. It wasn't something he'd ever really had to think about until tonight.

The thought was mostly suppressed by the thought of pizza, and a really nice, pretty girl who had agreed to come out with him. There was just no canceling that.

Besides. Volcanos and the odd flood aside, natural disasters weren't really this island's issue. He was sure it'd be fine.

... Totally, completely sure, and he wasn't at all dwelling on that thought right now. Not even a little.

[ Chuck is expecting one in particular, but Pizza Planet is ofc open for business. ]

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Dany had fretted a bit about what to wear before eventually deciding on some of her modern clothes -- a gown, while likely to display her features well, seemed inappropriate for pizza. Not that she was well-versed in what one wore on a date at all, but the jeans and rather flattering tops she'd picked out with Petra last year so rarely made their way out of her closet, anyway.

And besides, if it were to storm, she'd rather soak the cuffs of her denim than the hem of her skirts.

So it was an almost-average looking Dany who hesitantly peeked into Pizza Planet, smiling and heading over when she spotted Chuck. She held a package in brightly-colored paper in her hands -- it had taken her a few tries to wrap it, and as it was it still looked as though a small child had done it, but still. It was the effort that counted. "Happy name day," she greeted him brightly.

Oh, like Chuck would do much better set to gift-wrapping. Unless it involved arranging cables inside his computer, his artistic instincts were limited. Effort was appreciated.

He grinned broadly, mind taken off the weather again for now, "Hey, uh thank you. I think. Assuming name day is what I think it is." It was a good guess, he thought. "It is what I think, right?"

"Your birthday," Dany supplied. "We have different names for everything, it seems. How old are you?"

She realized she had no idea. What a lovely oversight on her part. But then, she'd mostly latched onto 'closer to my age than thirty' and stuck to it.

Chuck stood, moving to pull a chair out for her. "Uh, eighteen, actually." So closer to her age than thirty, yeah. "Suddenly I can vote, and get a credit card, and... am my own guardian." Which was one less responsibility for Ellie, at least.

"It feels a little weird."

Royalty or not, Dany wasn't quite used to chairs being pulled out for her, which was...frankly sort of adorable. She took a seat, setting the box on the table and pausing thoughtfully. "So you're an adult in this country, officially," she noted. "Doesn't that mean that now there's some sort of question of legality about us consorting?"

Her obvious delight at the idea of lawbreaking probably indicated how much that bothered her, yes.

"... Uh. Possibly." Thank you, Dany, Chuck hadn't even reached that thought. "But I don't think they'll arrest me for buying pizza?"

Which did not mean he wasn't going to throw a sidelong glance at the door just in case someone was about to bust in and tell him he was doing a Bad Thing.

"If they try," Dany assured him, "I will defend you, I promise."

She was sort of deluded about how much she could actually physically defend anyone without her dragons, but it was the thought that counted.

"Besides, it's your name day. I don't think you can be arrested on your name day," she decided, and gently prodded the gift (http://www.thinkgeek.com/product/76c9/) toward him. "That's for you."

Obviously.

Yeah, Chuck wasn't at all sure that anyone arresting him would care if it was his birthday or not. Or that he had a tiny blonde defender. But he was distracted enough by the present being nudged his way that he decided not to try and point that little piece of logic out.

"Oh. Wow, that is... some wrapping right there." He grinned at her across the table. Really, the effort was appreciated there. "Do you have this same tradition for name days?"

"We don't wrap them," Dany said, blushing a bit. It was likely he could tell she was new to this. Possibly. "But gifts are traditional, yes." It was probably best that she didn't tell him what she'd gotten for her fourteenth name day. "But I know you're supposed to wrap them here, which I think is rather nice. It's a surprise!"

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"That's kind of the best part," Chuck pointed out. Where was the real fun without a little suspense? "And that's coming from someone not generally big on suprises." Mostly bad surprises, and he wasn't sure anyone liked those.

"I don't think I ever asked, when's your uh, name day?"

"Next month," she offered, reaching out to straighten a bit of tape on the present, which was mostly a useless effort. "The fifteenth. I'll be sixteen, which is apparently very exciting." Dany didn't especially think so.

"There are people who go really all out on for a Sweet Sixteen," Chuck agreed. "There was a reality TV thing I saw once..." Terrifying.

"Lets just say I like this kind of birthday better." He grinned across the table at Dany. "So uh, thank you for coming, even though we run the risk of blowing out to sea trying to get back to the dorms."

"If we are, I can't imagine better company," Dany assured him with a soft smile. "Though I should be disastrous, I think. I can't swim at all. But yes -- I'm glad you asked, though the weather is horrific."

"I can swim-- not brilliantly, and generally only in nice, safe, chlorinated pools--" Not wild, stormy seas. "But I think I'll be able to get you safely home." He sat up a little straighter, like that might make the idea of him as a defender against stormy weather sound less ridiculous.

"You, and... whatever this might be." Curiosity was getting the better of him, and he was reaching for the special-wrapped parcel on the table.

"You should open it, before the mystery consumes you," Dany teased him, though she looked a bit more nervous than she usually did. "I hope you like it? You're quite hard to shop for."

"... I am?" Obviously he didn't think so. But that was because he knew the sorts of things he liked. He was going to take her advice, though, and start peeling away some of that tape.

"You know, if in doubt, anything right down Cheetos and Red Vines and I'd be happy," he told her. "... Or nothing, because you know you didn't actually have to get me a present at all."

"Of course I did," Dany protested. "I wanted to. And I've no idea what a red vine is, other than a...vine that is red, but that seems wrong."

"It's uh, kind of? It's... candy." He was so very descriptive. "I'll introduce you to them sometime," Chuck promised, tugging open the wrapping paper.

Hopefully she wasn't looking to reuse it for any reason.

Dany would have no idea she was meant to reuse anything. She'd taped things up as though she didn't understand Scotch tape, still, which -- true.

"I'll hold you to that," she replied, watching him carefully.

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