Outside MCA #7, Tuesday Evening

[headkickpoet]

So Ray still wasn't sure how the date thing was going to go. If they had a date thing.

If Pepper was going to hate him for life because he'd told her there were dinosaurs out to eat her head last weekend. If Pepper was still Pepper.

Okay. Ray was cool and collected. Ray was knocking.

[ for the girl! ]

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[lots_of_olives]

Pepper hadn't really been sure if Ray was going to show up for the date thingie. Had she been her normal, responsible, less-flaily self, she would have called to confirm.

However, she just made sure to dress nicely and waited, and when the knock came, she was both pleased and somewhat nervous.

"...hi. My hair's red again," she greeted him, looking sheepish.

Because that was the important thing.

[headkickpoet]

"I think the dinosaurs are outta here, too," Ray offered, grinning a touch. Oh, yeah, he was nervous, but he could pull off smooth.

[lots_of_olives]

"Even the ones that might eat my head?" she asked, blushing. "Or, I might say, 'eateth mine head...eth.' I have no idea what happened there."

[headkickpoet]

"You got mind-zapped to the Dark Ages," Ray told her. Renaissance, Ray. Renaissance, renaissance, renaissance.

He really needed to get Fraser-voice out of his head one of these days. "The island sucks."