Or if we are lucky, we could have a girl
Who: The parents. (eatshootsnleves and anunlockedheart)
What: Not actually a custody talk.
Where: Roy invited her out for dinner. Quicklog.
When: The evening of the 14th.
[It's not an especially nice place; hell, it's not like he'd asked her on a date. Still, after all the time he's spent eating out around here, he has found a couple decent eateries on the east side.
Picks up a menu. Admires Tifa's jawline. Opts to skip the dithering-around part of the conversation.]
So!
[Well, that was eloquent. Well done, Roy.]
What: Not actually a custody talk.
Where: Roy invited her out for dinner. Quicklog.
When: The evening of the 14th.
[It's not an especially nice place; hell, it's not like he'd asked her on a date. Still, after all the time he's spent eating out around here, he has found a couple decent eateries on the east side.
Picks up a menu. Admires Tifa's jawline. Opts to skip the dithering-around part of the conversation.]
So!
[Well, that was eloquent. Well done, Roy.]