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"I don't think my mother would have approved of her..." she chuckled. Aya actually kept a notepad in her back pocket, and with a little wiggling she could get it out to note the name. It was easier to remember if she'd actually written it down! "Scare you to death?"

"Maternal women." Dilan says without shame. "They scare me. Doesn't matter the age."

"...well. That's a new one." she noted, shifting enough to be able to look at his face comfortably. "Justified?"

"Totally phobic." Dilan says, "No reason for it at all."

He's a little embarrassed by it, but not a lot.

"Huh" yep, a new one on her. "Well, luckily for you, I really don't know any women like that?" she offered.

"Closest I have is Danny, and well, that's the opposite side of the spectrum." as far as family instinct types went at any rate!

"And I never had a dad at all, so it's not like I've got any reaction to that." Dilan agrees.

"Only thing you're missing is over protectiveness and manipulations of your love life." she chuckled softly. "At least how Danny does it."

Her own dad. Well. Things were different. "Do you think your phobia will have an effect if you decide to have a family down the road?" she asked, all curiosity and no suggestion "Because then, maternal instincts are a slight bonus..."

"I don't know." Dilan says, "I'm better than I used to be, when I met Ienzo's mother I had a panic attack at her. She sends me cherries now."

Mmmm.

Cherries.

Mmmmmmmmmm.

"The poor woman..." she sighed. Yes, she was grinning, but she wasn't laughing "I'm not sure what I'd have done if you'd panicked at me." she chuckled.

"Cherries are a really good sign."

"...Probably not gone out with me." Dilan says after a moment, "And that would have been a terrible thing indeed."

"Point taken. You'd have made a hell of a lot less of an impression on Danny." she chuckled softly. "He doesn't handle panic well..." And Dilan had made an impression, so...

Well. Danny was going to gloat. A lot.

"See? A crying shame, it would have been." Dilan says cheerfully, "And now, well, now I've gotten to see you twice. So I'm very grateful that you're who you are."

That...was actually really weird to hear. Not that she could argue, being as how she was very comfortably tucked against his side...but it was still weird. And she just couldn't shake the feeling...

...well. She very deliberately reached out and knocked on the table in front of them. Last thing she wanted was him to make a statement like that then end up regretting it. So, best to ward against the jinx right? "Truth told, Dilan? I'm not minding my partner's interference so much in this case."

"Good." Dilan says comfortably, "Because I'm pretty grateful to him myself."

"I'll let him know. He'll be smug." she promised lightly after one last, quick knock on the table. "And he'll probably end up dangling you over my head, metaphorically speaking, in every argument we have for the next few months..."

She adored her partner. She also knew he tended to cling to examples of 'I was right'.

"He can't do that until we have a second date-not-for-other-purposes." Dilan says, "He's breaking a guy rule if he does."

What?

He's totally willing to explain guy-rules to someone like Aya.

"Doesn't mean he can't gear up for it. He only has to wait until after Wednesday after all." she pointed out lightly. What? She had no intention of breaking their plans so...

"Unless you only want to count the initial 'date' as a partial due to interruption?"

"Most people would take that as a wee bit of a stumbling block." Dilan agrees cheerfully.

"Well then, give me a value for day one so I can fend off my partner." she laughed. Laughing was a hell of a lot easier than admitting he was right...where most meant 'all' recently.

"Call it one third of a date." Dilan suggests, "We got into the small-talk part, but then there was a work related interruption which totally blew off the awkward how-do-we-end-this, moving it to the second date."

"So I've tallied up a whole third? Wow, Danny will be thrilled." she chuckled. It was more than she was expecting, actually.

"Do we really have to drag through an awkward phase to get to two? I rather prefer comfortable..."

"Afraid so. It's the do I kiss? Do I shake hands? thing." Dilan says sagely, "There is always awkward before that's figured out."

"Well, that's easily circumvented." she shrugged against his arm slightly. "Do I have permission to kiss you at some future point now or should I ask prior to decision on my part?" she was a practical girl.

"You have permission to kiss me any time you want." Dilan says simply, "I'd enjoy it."

"And that's that." she chuckled softly. "Besides, shaking hands with a date is just really weird. I don't think I've actually done it..." she mused thoughtfully.

There'd been punches, hip chucks, sheer avoidance....but no. No shaking.

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