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Dinner Date--Kazoo 5 Evening. (Closed Log)

Who: Trunks Brief

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Where: Corner of the Dining Carriage
When: Evening of Kazoo 5
What: Trunks and Cassie have a nice dinner date.
Warnings: Cute and schmoopy things between two people in love with each other?

Somehow, Trunks had managed it. He wasn't sure how, but he had. Sure his dishes looked messier than the fancy recipe card photos, but it was all edible and even tasty. (At least from the brief taste he'd taken to ensure it was so.)

The salad was basic, with spinach and strawberries (and some accents), but it should be a good compliment to go with the Cheesy cheddar biscuits and Prime Rib (with some veggies added). To finish it off, he chopped fruit they could dip in chocolate fondue. Thankfully the hardest thing had been the biscuits, but he'd managed with some advice. Hopefully it would be a good meal and good date.

Setting out everything but the fondue up in the corner he'd claimed, Trunks then raced to get changed into his very nice suit again. Because he'd had to prep, he'd asked Cassie to meet him this time, instead of picking her up at her cabin. Once changed, he was racing back and making sure things were set up to look fancy and nice.

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Cassie, meanwhile, is more than happy to wear the dress she'd bought a second time. Particularly in a more intimate setting, where it's just the two of them.

She is, indeed, waiting for him when he gets back. She closes the distance between them pretty quickly, though, leaning in for a kiss.

"Mmmm...everything here looks so good."

Don'tblushdon'tblushdon'tblushdon'tblush.... Oh good, so far Trunks had managed to not blush, even if he did look a little shy. "I hope it tastes good. I did test a few samples, but I mean, we know I'm not a picky eater. I thought it tasted good though, considering I'm not great at cooking."

"Let's start with the salad and work from there, then," Cassie says. "I'm sure it turned out great."

She smiles at him - it's meant to be encouraging. Though she wouldn't put it past him to just end up blushing again.

She makes her way to their corner table.

Trunks does as well, and would hold out her chair if the chairs weren't bolted down. Also on the table are wine glasses, and a bottle of red wine that's been chilled. Who needs a corkscrew though when you're super-strong? There are glasses of water too, and Trunks pours them both wine.

"Kind of like my learning to dance, I wanted to do something normal for once. Without you having to show me."

Cassie beams. "Well, you've been knocking it out of the park lately.

"Not even sure I should be proud of myself. You just seem to be a natural."

"I'm not used to keeping friends, much less someone I love." Trunks murmured, ducking his head a bit shyly. "Like I told you at the dance, I want to show you how special you are. You mean a lot to me, Cassie."

"Well, it worked. I feel special as hell."

Still smiling, Cassie reaches her hand across the table to touch his own.

"You mean a lot to me, too, Trunks. So, so much more than I ever could have expected from anyone I met here. It's...making me start to think about stuff."

"You too, huh?" Trunks felt himself smile, a bit shyly. "I--uh...that's why I ordered some things, besides all this." Better to get that all out in the open. "For when we're ready. I want to make sure we don't have an unexpected child." And he's bright red.

Cassie blinks. Smiles. She's able to repress a snicker, though not repress the fact that she's repressing it.

"Oh. Oh, that's great! I mean, I've totally been thinking about that, too, but...I was talking more about having a future beyond this train."

"I mean, I've sort of thought of that? But mostly just in the sense of I'm trying to figure out if it's possible to have a future beyond this train." Not because he didn't want one, oh no--but he already had so much more than what he'd thought he'd ever have. "Mostly because I just...I've never been sure what future I have, except android-free. My falling in love wasn't anything I considered."

"That's true," Cassie says. "You've got to save the future before you can have one.

"But I think what we've got is already better than anything I've had back home. And as much as it'd be just my luck for the right guy for me to be living in another universe, I at least need to know if we'll be able to see or talk to one another when this is all over."

Her hand drops toward her wine glass, but she doesn't pick it up.

"I think I might have a couple ideas for starting points."

"Cassie." Trunks squeezes their joined hand, twining their fingers too. "I am all ears. I very much want to stay in touch, if we can, off the train. If--if it were possible, I'd want to show you my world, broken as it is. I'd want to see your world."

There's a shy smile, with a hint of mirth. "You need me to show up some muscle beach assholes, right?"

"That's right," Cassie says. "I do. Someone's gotta show those douchebags up."

She holds that smile for a while before she keeps going.

"But I'd start with showing the devices we use to communicate between realms back home. And some of the research on portals between them. Could be similar enough. And your time machine moves between alternate timelines, too. Those could both be jumping-off points."

"This is why I'd want you to meet my mother. Well, not that you haven't already met my mother, so to speak. But you know what I mean." Trunks grinned.

"Yeah," Cassie says, smiling back. "Time travel's weird. But maybe you could order some schematics for the mom on this train."

The edges on her smile fade to something a little more gentle.

"But whatever the answer turns out to be, I want you to know that I'm all in. For however long we have together, I'm yours."

"I can definitely bring up ideas to my mother on the train, although I don't know about schematics." Trunks squeezed their joined fingers, bringing it up to kiss her knuckles. "Again, I'm not used to thinking about a future, beyond saving it. I do know that for as long as we have on this train, I want you."

"Bet you can think of a few places on this train you'd want me," Cassie says.

She winks and finally picks up her wine glass in her right hand. But she doesn't quite let go of his hand with her left.

He blushed, but didn't that didn't stop him from kissing her knuckles again. "Wouldn't you like to know." He murmured, pleased to have gotten that out even though he was blushing.

Cassie chuckles, her own complexion warming up ever so slightly.

"Well, you've got me curious now."

Her eyes turn briefly to the spread.

"It'd be a shame to rush dinner, though."

"I did actually cook it. I had a little help at times, but I tried." Trunks said softly, a bit sheepishly. Only now relinquishing her hand, so he could sip some of his own wine. It wouldn't be near enough, even if he drank the whole bottle to get him drunk, thanks to his metabolism.

"Honestly Cassie, I know I've said it before, but I remember reading and hearing a bit about dates. I never thought I'd go on them. Or have a girlfriend. Or anything like what we have." Again mostly because he was so focused on saving the future.

"Well, not a lot of mine have gone as well as the ones we've had," Cassie says.

She begins to reach for the salad.

"For starters, I've never had a date make me a whole meal like this before."

It was enough for 4 people--so was perfect for the two of them really. Even if Trunks could eat a whole meal for 4 for himself. "I mean, how else was I supposed to do a fancy dinner date? Who knows where we'll end up on the next mission."

"It's still really romantic," Cassie says.

She takes a reasonable serving of salad for herself.

"I'm pretty sure you've already filled my top 5 for most romantic evenings I've ever had."

"That really does mean a lot to me, as aside from the broader strokes, I really don't know what would be considered romantic or not. It's kind of like 'normal' that way, for me."

"I think it's something that just comes to you," Cassie says. "You're a thoughtful person with a sweet heart. You do what feels right, and it steers you right."

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