Two British People Go On A Date

[fisherprice_tim]

Tim had gone for what he was afraid was possibly the lamest option he could have come up with, which was a picnic. Now, it had taken a good deal of effort, of planning, of the acquiring of proper materials, specifically for transport, because tupperware was not in exceptionally large supply. It had also taken some fervent not-begging to get

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[_bridget_jones_]

It seemed to be a general rule in Bridget's life that whenever there was something even remotely important happening, she was late. It was like clockwork, or actually, quite remarkably unlike clockwork.

Such was the case this evening, as after spending a little more time than she'd planned on getting ready, and dropping Dixon off with a babysitter, she found herself running behind schedule.

Needless to say, when she finally made it to the door of the compound- not terribly late- in the purple sundress that the clothes box had been kind enough to give her, she looked just a little frazzled.

"Sorry, I'm...late," She said, immediately apologizing, "I was sort of...hung up with the babysitter and..." She trailed off, doing a fantastic job of preventing herself from rambling excessively.

"...hullo."

[fisherprice_tim]

"Hi," Tim greeted, smiling, suppressing a laugh. "It's fine, it- really. You look great," he said, because it was true, and kissed her cheek.

[_bridget_jones_]

"Oh. Thank you," Bridget replied, a grin easily settling onto her face. She was just happy that the clothes box had given her something besides the spandex that it had presented her with for the entire week beforehand.

That certainly would have warranted a strange explanation.

"So...um, shall we?" She said, even though Bridget wasn't even sure what Tim had planned.

[fisherprice_tim]

"Yeah," he said brightly, moving to hold the door open for her. "Absolutely. I'll have you know," he said with mock seriousness, falling into step beside her, "I have been positively scouring the island for the perfect spot for this. Um, I didn't find it, though, so I figured we'd just pick a rock and make it work."

[_bridget_jones_]

"Oh, um...alright," Bridget said, slightly disappointed, but willing to go along with the whole thing. Even though she didn't know why she'd gone to all the trouble that she had for a sodding rock.

[fisherprice_tim]

He laughed, lifting a hand to press against her back between her shoulder blades, and kissed her temple.

"I'm joking. I've found a spot. Come on."

[_bridget_jones_]

"Oh, good." Bridget said, expression easing into a smile as she was quite obviously relieved, "I mean, I didn't really think that you'd take me on a date to...you know.. a rock."

[fisherprice_tim]

"What if it was an exceptionally nice rock?" Tim asked, not removing his hand as they walked, letting it rest warm and solid at her back, smiling a little.

"I mean, what if it was just a blood great rock."

[_bridget_jones_]

"I suppose there are exceptions to be made for exceptionally nice rocks," Bridget joked, raising her eyebrows a little.

[fisherprice_tim]

"Good," he said, grinning, "that's good to know for the future. So who's watching Dixon?" he asked, steering them Northward on the path.

[_bridget_jones_]

"A friend," Bridget said, "Duo. Do you know him? He's the one with the giant robot."

And it was odd how unfazed Bridget was when she said that. How commonplace it was to do something like give the babysitter of your child a lecture about keeping your child on solid ground.

[fisherprice_tim]

"Oh, yeah! He used it to prank Dwight. Jim said it was hysterical," he said, nodding a little as if recalling a business transaction that went off rather well.

"Energetic guy."

[_bridget_jones_]

"I'm not quite sure that ever goes away, to be honest," Bridget said, though fondly. She felt like she'd known Duo for ages now, and he was almost always like that. And then she vaguely remembered the occasion when they'd both gotten smashed on moonshine and sang Spice Girls' songs.

[fisherprice_tim]

Tim smiled a little. Duo had been in the good books since the prank, but to make Bridget talk like that, he got boosted to the very good books. He generally appreciated and made note of things that made Bridget happy.

"Well, good," he said, eyebrows lifting a little, sounding as innocuous as he could. "That's convenient."

[_bridget_jones_]

"Incredibly," She agreed with a slight nod as she looked up at him. "So, how much further is this great rock that you were talking about?"

[fisherprice_tim]

"Not far," Tim said, looking back, smiling more because he utterly couldn't help it.

"Five minute walk. Just this way, slightly off the path," he said as they went along.