Fic: The Perfect Meal (2/4)
Two days later, Danny picked Grace up from school, grinning as he hugged her. "Ready for the weekend?"
"Yes!" Grace hugged him back tightly. "Are we going to surf?"
"How did I know that you were going to ask that, and the answer is tomorrow as long as the weather's good."
"Yay!" She beamed at him. "Cindy Lawson is so jealous that I get to go surfing with you and Steve... and Kono! Did you know that everyone knows who she is? Leila asked me to get her autograph!"
"Her autograph?" Danny asked as he held the car open so that Grace could climb in. "I'd say that was easy enough," he continued once he was in as well. "We could get some of the pictures of the two of you printed up as well if you want."
Grace's eyes widened. "Really?" she said in a near squeak.
"Of course." Danny felt a twinge of guilt that he hadn't done this before.
"Wow! Everyone's going to be so jealous," she said gleefully.
"Yeah well, just remember, don't go crowing about it; you don't want them to feel bad."
Grace looked disappointed, but after a moment she nodded, albeit reluctantly. "I know, nobody likes a show off."
"You got it in one, monkey." Danny reached over and tugged at her ponytail. "Talk about it and show the pictures, but don't brag about it. We can call Kono tonight and see if she's free tomorrow."
"Okay. We're staying at Steve's this weekend, right?" she asked. They had ever since the first time she'd gone there with her father, but Grace knew that her dad still had the other apartment, so they could be going there.
"Yup, we are," Danny nodded. "You need to use that room, or Steve might start staying in there."
Grace giggled. "Should we get him a crown and wand?"
"Well, we don't want him to feel bad, so we could say it's for you, and he could borrow it when you're not there."
"Silly Danno, his head's bigger than mine!" Grace laughed.
"Good point," Danny laughed. "Guess we'll just have to hold off on that one then."
"Besides, Steve likes sleeping in his own bed."
"You are just too logical for me today; are you trying to be the parent here?"
"Does that mean I get to stay up late and tell you when to go to bed?"
"That depends," Danny mused, "are you going to go to work for me while I go to school for you because I don't think I'm going to fit in your desk."
"Yeah, that probably wouldn't work too well," Grace decided after giving the matter due thought. "I guess you're just going to have to keep being the daddy."
"I think I'm okay with that."
Grace nodded, giggling. "Steve will probably like it better too."
The pair of them were still laughing at that when Danny pulled up outside the house, grabbing Grace's overnight bag while she ran up to the door.
"Hi there, munchkin," Steve greeted, catching her up into a swinging hug. "Ready for a fun weekend?"
"It's always fun with you and Daddy!" Grace beamed, giving him a hug and a kiss. "And Daddy said we were going surfing tomorrow, so that's even better."
"Do you think we can get Daddy out surfing with us tomorrow?" Steve asked in a stage whisper.
"Someone has to stay on shore and take pictures," Danny answered loudly.
"Aww, Daddy!" Grace pouted.
"I have an idea, not for tomorrow, but soon," Steve told her.
"Can you tell me what it is?" she asked.
Steve carried her inside, out of Danny's earshot. "Guess what I'm going to tell your dad that I want for Christmas?"
Grace looked back toward the door, then at Steve again. "For him to learn to surf?" she whispered. "Yeah!"
"I think it'll get him out there, don't you?" Steve grinned conspiratorially.
"I can ask for the same thing too, then he'll really have to come!"
"Do I even want to know what the two of you are conspiring about?" Danny asked as he came in carrying Grace's bag.
"Nope," Steve assured him sunnily, making Grace break into giggles again.
"I thought as much, and I should have known better than to get the two of you together."
"Too late, we're one big, happy family now," Steve informed him, a raised eyebrow asking if it was time to make the announcement to Grace.
"Which means it's a good thing that I gave up my lovely little room, isn't it?"
Grace twisted in Steve's arms to look at her father. "Daddy?"
"I'm moving in here, Gracie; like Steve said, we're one big, happy family, and we should be together as much as we can be."
"Yay!" She straightened out and hugged Steve tightly, making him smile over her head at Danny.
"So I guess that means you don't have a problem with it?"
"Daddy, we're here all the time. I don't know why you kept that apartment so long," Grace informed him.
"I think we're back to that bring too logical thing again," Danny chuckled as he walked over to them, hugging them both. "When we really should be figuring out what we're doing for dinner."
"Pizza!" Grace suggested.
"I think we can manage something better than that, munchkin," Steve laughed. "I've got tilapia to grill and vegetable risotto."
"What about dessert?" Grace asked slyly.
"Well, maybe we can take a drive and go get some shave ice if you eat all your dinner," Danny allowed.
"Mmm, I love shave ice, so you'd better eat up, Grace," Steve told her.
"What flavor do you like?" she asked, squirming to get down, and Danny stepped back to allow her to do so.
"My favorite is the pineapple, coconut and banana combo, but I like pretty much any flavor."
"I like grape, and Danno likes cherry," Grace said decisively.
"Then that's what you'll get," Steve said, masking his amusement at her emphatic statement even as he wondered if grape had been her favorite before she met Kono.
"I think Steve gets flavors that won't stain his tongue," Danny told Grace conspiratorially.
"I like pineapple," Steve protested.
"We know!" the Williams chorused, making him grin.
"Don't knock it till you've tried it."
"We have tried it; we were just commenting that you seem to have a fixation on it," Danny corrected.
"You may have noticed that we're in Hawaii," Steve pointed out. "It's fairly common around here."
"We know that, Steve," Grace sighed, sounding remarkably like her father at that moment.
Steve made a face at her. "Just wait till you two are going on about apple pie or something."
"Mmm, apple pie," Danny sighed while Grace shook her head.
"No, it's nearly Thanksgiving; it's pumpkin pie time!"
Steve laughed. "As long as you don't expect to start from a whole pumpkin. My mom always used canned pumpkin to make her pies."
"So does Grandma," Danny said quickly before Grace could start to think about making a pie from a whole pumpkin.
"So we're good. We can make one pie from each recipe and see which we like better."
"We can make your mom's pie together; Grandma will make her pie." Grace gestured Steve closer before whispering. "We don't want to make her sad."
Steve hugged her. "Of course not. But why would pies make her sad?"
"Because my mother isn't happy if she isn't feeding everyone," Danny supplied as they started for the kitchen. "Which means that Thanksgiving morning she is going to be over here before the sun is up."
Steve laughed. "It'll be like being back in the service."
"Grandma makes better food," Grace promised, patting Steve's arm.
"I'm relieved to hear it," Steve chuckled.
"Huh." He stared at Danny for a moment, obviously struck by some thought. "You know, I could invite Mary to come too."
"It's less than three weeks until Thanksgiving," Danny pointed out, "are you going to get her a ticket?"
"Who is Mary?" Grace asked, looking up at them both.
"Mary's my sister," Steve told her before looking back at Danny. "And yeah, if she wants to come, I'll spring for the ticket. I don't know if she will though. We haven't had a family Thanksgiving in years."
"Then it's time you did," Danny smiled, Grace nodding vigorously at the same time.
"Can I call her Aunt Mary?" she asked.
Steve grinned, imagining Mary's reaction. "Of course you can, munchkin. She is your aunt now."
Grace beamed and caught both Steve's and Danny's hands. "I like getting new family."
"Me too, monkey," Danny assured her, "but you're going to have to remind Steve of everyone's names once they get here so he doesn't get overwhelmed."
"I will," she promised solemnly, and Steve smiled, squeezing her fingers.
"I know you will, Grace."
***
"You guys sure you're going to be able to survive the week without me?" Danny asking, looking around the office area and the rest of the team members.
"We're planning a party for tomorrow, brah," Chin laughed.
"And Steve's not doing without you," Kono pointed out. "You live with him."
"Well, you both are invited over for dinner Thursday; Kono, you can bring Ben as well if you want," Danny said blithely.
"Don't make me shoot you," she warned him.
"Don't try it, Kono," Steve put in. "I like you, but I like him better."
"I was serious!" Danny protested.
"No joking about Ben. We're not ready for that yet."
"I'll make him behave," Steve promised her.
"And who'll make you behave?" she wanted to know.
"Grace!" Chin laughed.
"Exactly," Danny grinned, "and I meant it about Ben; he's alone, and I thought he might want some company."
"Oh. That was... nice of you," Kono said. "I'll talk to him today and let you know, okay?"
"Sounds good, and trust me, there'll be plenty; you have no idea how much my mother cooks," Danny chuckled.
"I may have to pitch a tent in the backyard to sleep as our room is taken over by food," Steve muttered.
"Think of it this way," Chin commented, "you'll have leftovers at least until Christmas."
Steve groaned. "I'm going to have to start jogging more, or the only thing I'll be able to wear will be that t-shirt!"
Kono smiled slyly at that. "I'm sure you'll manage to work it off, boss."
"Private life!" Danny groaned.
"A very good one," Steve agreed.
"That's it; I'm going to the airport. See most of you Thanksgiving and one of you later tonight."
"Sure you don't want me to come with?" Steve offered.
"I thought that meeting my family at the airport wasn't a strategic setting," Danny asked, sounding amused.
"Yeah, well, it's probably best not to spring things on them on my territory. It's a little unfair."
"Spring things on them?"
Chin and Kono glanced at each other and vanished into their offices.
"I think they're going to notice that we're living together, Danny."
Danny frowned slightly at that. "So you think I haven't mentioned you or that fact to them yet?"
"You didn't wait until you could do it in person?" Steve asked, clearly surprised.
"From that comment, I'm guessing that you haven't mentioned this to Mary."
"In case you missed it, Mary and I don't exactly communicate well. But I'm going to tell her when she gets here. It just seemed too important to tell her over the phone when she's going to be here."
"I hope you mention it before she walks in on us," Danny mused.
"I'm going to tell her when she gets here," Steve repeated patiently.
"Is that before or after you leave her in the car?"
"I'm not going to leave her in the car!" Steve growled.
Danny rolled his eyes. "Yes, dear."
"Do you want to sleep on the sofa?"
"Not particularly, no. And I need to get going, so you need to decide if coming to the airport is strategic or not."
"Yeah, we need to meet at some point, and not going feels kind of like hiding," Steve admitted. "Besides, this way I start hearing about your childhood sooner."
"I was just like Grace, the perfect child," Danny protested as they started toward the door.
Steve snorted, and Danny smiled. "Ask my folks, you'll see."
"Oh, I intend to. And I'm sure their answer will not be that!"
"Guess we'll have to wait and see."
"Not too much longer," Steve pointed out. "I wonder if they brought pictures..."
Danny snorted at that as they climbed into his car. "Somehow I doubt it."
"I'm a nice guy. I'm sure they'll send me some if I ask."
"You're a nice guy?" Danny asked, glancing at Steve as his eyebrows rose.
"I'm a very nice guy. Just ask Grace."
Danny snorted again, steering them through the traffic and getting them to the airport just before his family's flight was due in. "Should I remind you of names?" he asked as they walked toward the waiting area.
"Your parents are Greg and Linda; then there's your brother Michael, his wife Jenny and their kids Robert and Michele and your sister Tricia." Steve grinned at him.
"I'd applaud except I don't want to give you a swelled head," Danny said dryly.
"We can discuss that tonight after we're alone."
"My applauding you?"
"And swelled heads."
"There's a shock," Danny chuckled as they reached the waiting area for arriving passengers.
"I'm a simple guy with simple pleasures."
"Please tell me you did not just call yourself simple."
"Do you prefer uncomplicated?"
"How about insane?"
"Nope, I can even provide psych evals that prove otherwise."
"Insane if you think I believe that you're uncomplicated," Danny amended.
"Ah. But it sounded good." Steve grinned at him.
"To you maybe! I really don't need my family thinking I'm living with a madman--even though you are one."
"I'm assuming your family knows you, so they'd know that's what it would take to keep up with you," Steve retorted.
"Hello, sane one here," Danny said, pointing at himself as he scanned the incoming passengers for his family.
Steve snorted. "In what universe?"
"In any of them and you know it."
"Ha! If you're an example of sanity, I'll take insanity!"
"Hear, hear," a voice put in beside them, and both men turned to see Danny's family grinning at them. The blond man who'd spoken extended a hand to Steve. "Hi, I'm Mike. And you must be Steve."
"Nice to meet you," Steve said, shaking the offered hand while Danny was enveloped by hugs from his mother, father, sister, niece and nephew.
"I heard that," he called over the laughter.
"You were meant to!" Mike retorted, making Steve chuckle.
"I can see we're going to get along great."
"Jenny," Danny groaned, speaking to his tall, brunette sister-in-law, "control him!"
"How much are you going to pay me?" she asked in return while the older blond who had been hugging Danny disentangled herself from him to come over to Steve, sizing him up with a single look.
"So, you're the reason my baby likes Hawaii now, hmm?"
"Ma!" Danny groaned, hiding his face against his sister's shoulder.
"I hope so, ma'am," Steve replied, trying not to grin at Danny's reaction. "I like him."
"That's not what I've heard," Linda Williams said, her blue eyes twinkling with humor as she stepped forward, reaching up to pull her younger son's partner into a tight hug. "I'm glad; he needs someone other than Grace."
Steve nodded. "Yes, he does. And he's kind of stuck with me now."
"Lucky Danny," Tricia chuckled, the blue eyes identical to her baby brother's taking Steve in.
"Aunt Tricia, do you like Uncle Danny's boyfriend?" Mike and Jenny's eight-year-old daughter asked while their ten-year-old son made a face.
"You know," Danny said, making shooing motions with his hands as he tried to herd them all toward the baggage claim, "we really should go look for your luggage."
"You know we're just going to have to wait for it to come out," his father pointed out, "but if it makes you happy, we can do that all gathered around the carousel. Don't think it's going to stop this family from finding out all about Steve though. You should know better, son."
Tricia looked over from where she'd been explaining to her niece and nephew that yes, she liked Steve but not that way, and she'd just been teasing their uncle Danny, to laugh. "You know Danny, Dad; he keeps trying even when it's hopeless."
"Which explains why I ended up with him," Danny said wryly though he was grinning at Steve as he spoke.
The whole family was watching for Steve's reaction, and they weren't disappointed when he leaned in to brush a light kiss over Danny's lips.
"I guess it's a good thing I like impossible causes too then."
"You said that Mr. McGarrett was Uncle Danny's boyfriend, but you didn't say that they would kiss, Dad!" Rob exclaimed.
"I think he's pretty!" Michele said, elbowing her brother in the side before Mike could step in between them.
"Hey, what did we say about that," he warned her before looking his son in the eyes. "And yes, they're going to kiss, deal, kiddo."
"Don't worry," Jenny murmured from Steve's side, "he said the same thing about Tricia and her last boyfriend as well."
"I think I'm more worried about being pretty," Steve replied softly, watching the family interaction with amusement.
"She's a little too young to be a real threat; once she sees Grace, she'll be distracted."
"I'm not worried about her; I'm worried about how long it's going to be before Danny lets that go," Steve said wryly.
"Knowing Danny, I'd give it at least a year," Greg mused from where he had come up beside them and was watching his children, grandchildren and wife all look for their luggage. "He's a pit bull."
"Well, that's better than I thought," Steve said. "I figured Grace might be in college before he gave it a rest."
"Don't worry; I'm sure he'll have moved on to something else by then," Greg said, the wrinkles around his light blue eyes deepening as he slapped Steve on the shoulder, causing Jenny to give him a wry grin.
"Welcome to the Williams family, you can tell they really love you when they all start insulting you."
"By that standard, it must have been love at first sight for Danny," Steve said wryly.
"Was that when you threw a guy in a shark cage?" Rob asked, having found the great luggage hunt boring and wandered back over to the others.
"Danny's obsessed with that," Steve groaned. "The guy was perfectly safe. Tourists pay money to see sharks up close from inside cages like that. Huh, I should have charged him a fee for that," he mused, making Mike, who'd followed his son over, laugh.
"Oh yeah, you'll be able to keep up with Danny."
"Just remember how you felt when people told me the same thing about you, dear," Jenny commented, her dark eyes sparkling at her husband's sudden chagrin.
"Luggage is here!" Danny called, "Pack mules, ho!"
Mike and Steve exchanged a grin, but they joined Danny at the edge of the carousel, retrieving the family's bags. Of course, once they had most of them, the last one didn't appear for several minutes more, making everyone grumble about the bizarre luggage handling process that allowed bags that were checked in together to come out separately.
"How are you doing?" Danny murmured as he stopped by Steve's side in the midst of the luggage-gathering while his father and brother went to collect the van they had rented for the time they were here.
"I'm good," Steve assured him. "Your family's about what I expected from knowing you. They're good people."
Instead of getting his back up, Danny just smiled. "Yeah, they are. My mother thinks you're adorable, and Tricia says if I decide I don't want you, she has next dibs."
Steve chuckled. "Well, your sister is pretty hot. Maybe I should throw you over for her."
"Do that and my mother won't think you're adorable anymore."
"Good point. I guess I'll just have to keep you then." Steve slid an arm around Danny's waist.
"Are you calling me a kept man?" Danny asked even as he would his arm around Steve's waist as well, feeling the back of his neck heat when he saw his mother looking at them and beaming.
"Hell no, you can earn your own keep," Steve snorted.
"Good answer."
"I am, however, willing to cook for you on occasion."
"That I can live with." Danny tightened the arm he had around Steve's waist even as he looked over at his niece and nephew, who had started bickering. "And I think we need to get them all out of here soon before exhaustion meltdown occurs. I figured I'd drive them; you mind following?"
"No problem. You taking them to the house they rented first or straight to our place?"
"To their place, it's almost eleven their time, and they've been travelling all day; I think they need to collapse."
Steve nodded. "We can have them over tomorrow, and Grace can see them then too."
"Exactly." Danny looked over when his father waved, and he started them walking in that direction, getting everyone moving toward the exit and out to the rental lot to collect the van.
They finally got everyone settled and all the vast mountain of luggage stowed, and Steve said a quick goodbye before heading back to the car.
"He's very different from Rachel," Linda observed once her son's partner had left them.
"Do you mean genetically or personality wise because the answer is yes to both," Danny answered before wincing when his mother smacked his ear. "Ma!"
"Don't sass me," she warned. "I'm well aware that Steve is a man, and don't think that didn't take us by surprise. But he seems a good man."
"And hot!" Tricia put in from the back seat, grinning when she met Danny's eyes in the mirror.
"Hush, Tricia," her mother warned her.
"Are you in love with this man, Daniel Patrick Williams?"
Danny's expression grew somewhat hunted before he drew in a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, I am. I think I was before I even realized it, or I wouldn't have had Grace around him as much as I did."
"Awww, that's sweet," Tricia and Jenny said in chorus while Michele muttered sleepily that she wanted to see Grace.
"Tomorrow, sweetie," her mother promised her.
"And Grace likes him?" Linda continued relentlessly.
"Grace loves him, and he'd lay down his life for her," he said simply, catching his father's nod out of the corner of his eye.
"All right then." Linda nodded. "I'm happy for you, Danny."
"Thanks, Mom, I appreciate it."
She leaned forward to squeeze his shoulder. "You deserve to be happy. Rachel was never the right one for you."
Danny shrugged at that as he pulled out onto the Queen Liliuokalani Freeway. "You're right, but without her I wouldn't have Grace."
His mother started to answer, but his father looked back. "Linda, he's grown up; they all are."
"Yeah, Ma," Mike chuckled, "work on Tricia."
"Hey!"
"Well, you are the only one who's single," Mike pointed out cheerfully. "And who hasn't given Ma grandbabies."
"Danny isn't going to give her any more either!" she protested.
"Already gave her one," he pointed out as he steered the passenger van through the evening traffic.
"And Steve doesn't have any kids," Jenny pointed out. "They might decide to go the route of using a surrogate or adopting. Gay couples have kids all the time nowadays."
Danny groaned at that. "Do me a favor, Jen, don't mention that to Steve, okay?"
"They're still honeymooners; there's plenty of time for that," Linda nodded.
"Sure, Mom," Jenny said obediently before laughing. "Are you afraid that he will or won't want kids, Danny?"
"We're both on the governor's task force; just who is staying home with a baby?"
"They have these things called babysitters or even nannies, baby bro," Tricia informed him.
"Are you and Steve going to have a baby, Uncle Danny?" Michele yawned.
"They're both guys; they can't have a baby," Rob retorted immediately, starting a shoving match between the two of them that effectively put an end to the conversation as their parents dealt with it--much to Danny's relief.
"You're looking a little hunted," Steve observed quietly to Danny once they'd arrived at the house the Williams had rented and they had a brief moment as they started hauling the luggage out of the van while the rest of the family got the kids inside and took a quick look around to decide who was sleeping where.
"You don't want to know, really you don't; it's a lot safer that way," Danny promised.
Steve decided that he really didn't want to know and nodded. "Right, should we start hauling all this inside?"
"Mike and Jenny are getting the kids to bed," Tricia said as they came inside, both burdened with various suitcases. "I'll take their bags back." She plucked two large duffle bags from the pile and carried them toward the back of the house.
"Thank you for stocking the fridge," Linda called from the kitchen where she was examining the contents she found there.
"And for getting the beer," Greg added.
"There's good coffee too," Steve told them. "We wanted to make sure you'd have everything you needed for morning."
"Though I think our morning is going to come a lot sooner than yours," Linda sighed as she sat in one of the chairs around the kitchen table. "I have the feeling that I'm going to be up at what I think is six but really is one here."
"Here's hoping the kids don't have that problem," Mike said as he, Jen and Tricia came into the kitchen as well, the women dropping into chairs by Linda.
"I bet you all sleep later than you think you will," Danny promised.
"The jet lag will hit you," Steve agreed. "But you have plenty of time to see the island and Grace and Danny."
"We're looking forward to it, and to getting to know you, Steve," Linda beamed, before hiding a yawn.
"I think it's time to put Mom to bed too," Mike chuckled.
"It was a pleasure to meet you all," Steve said, smiling at them. "I'll be out in the car, Danny," he said, giving him some time alone with his family if he wanted it.
"Chicken," Danny muttered under his breath even as his mother, sister and sister-in-law all drew Steve in for hugs and his father and brother shook hands with him then did the same to Danny.
"I'm being a nice guy," Steve protested with a grin.
The look on Danny's face said exactly what he thought of that statement, and his family was laughing when they said good night and walked the couple to the door, promising they'd call in the morning once everyone was up and functioning.
"Well, that wasn't so bad," Steve said as he pulled out of the driveway, glancing at Danny as he did.
Danny looked over at him, his eyebrows apparently trying to find cover in his hairline. "You didn't ride in the van with them."
"Oh, come on, it couldn't have been that bad."
"Would you like to adopt or have a surrogate have our child?"
Steve's head whipped around, and he almost drove off the road into a ditch before he wrenched the car straight again. "Okay, yeah, so maybe it was that bad," he said after a moment. "So, uh, what did you say?"
"What do you think I said?" Danny asked. "I pawned Mom off on Tricia."
"Good strategy," Steve approved fervently. "Good God, you have Grace; isn't that enough for now?"
The sound Danny made was an almost pitying laugh. "Steve, she wasn't thinking about me, she was thinking about us--or the part of us that doesn't have a kid."
Steve swallowed hard. "But you're their son, brother, whatever. Why would they care if I have a child?" he demanded almost piteously.
"My best guess is that they like you. Ma didn't start in on Rachel and me for a couple of years after we got married; you don't even make it an hour. Oh, and apparently you're better for me than Rachel ever was too."
"Uh... good?" Steve sounded almost faint, and he had a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel with both hands.
"What? You'd rather they hate you? Don't worry, they'll be so busy while they're here that they won't think about it."
"Right." Steve thought about it and decided not to ignore the elephant in the room. "Danny? When did we get married?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Danny asked.
"Your family is interested in us having kids. It took two years after you and Rachel married but same day for me. I'm better for you than Rachel is." Steve listed the various comments that had contributed to his death grip on the steering wheel.
"Shit," Danny groaned, his complexion suddenly looking rather paler than it had moments before. "I didn't mean we..." He waved a hand between them before rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "I meant, you know, it was the same day they met you. My mother just wants more grandchildren; she doesn't care how she gets them."
Steve took a deep breath and nodded, consciously relaxing his fingers. "Yeah, okay. And, well, I'm not completely opposed to the possibility of the idea someday, you know, just... we're not there yet," he finished with a helpless shrug.
"Yeah, I think I got that."
Steve nodded silently, glancing at Danny. "So, any plans for tomorrow?"
"I was figuring on taking them to the beach or maybe to see the Pearl Harbor memorial; it depends on how tired they all are. We'll get Grace after school lets out then head back to the house so the kids can have some time together."
"Sounds good. If I'm free, I might try to join you for Pearl. I like to pay my respects to my grandfather when I have the chance."
"How about we do the beach then tomorrow and go to the monument on Saturday; that way we can be sure you can come along. I don't think Grace has been to see it either."
"I'd like that," Steve replied. He eyed Danny. "So, you going to show them how to surf?"
"Very funny, Steve."
He smirked. "You know Grace is going to want to."
"No one in the party is going to know how to surf, so she's just going to have to wait, isn't she."
Part 3