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Dinnertime conversations and grillings! Oh snap!
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File Size 41 kB
The Big Date: Dinner
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“René? Yoo-hoo, René? Wake up.” Nicolas called as he waved his hands in front of René’s face and snapped his fingers next to the vulpix’ ears. “Maybe someone should get smelling salts?”
“Sorry.” Mr. Zuna apologized to Nicole. “I didn’t mean to kill your date, sweety.”
“He’s not a date. He’s a sparring partner.” Nicole stressed. Nicolas nodded sardonically.
“So THAT’S what we’re calling it these days, heh.”
“Maybe you should talk with your mom before you try to ‘pin him to the map.’ ” Mr. Zuna coughed, though he was grinning when he said it.
Nicole blushed and stood stunned for a second because of the innuendo AND because it was coming from her father. When she became capable of speech she fairly wailed: “MOOOOOOOOM!”
“That’ll be enough of that.” Big Momma scolded them, coming to her daughter’s rescue. “Now get that boy to the couch or no desert for either of you. And I made chocolate cookies too.”
“Aw Man.” Nicolas and Mr. Zuna moaned as the started to grab René.
“Thanks mom.” Nicole sighed. Her mother threw her a wink and waved one of her aforementioned cookies under René’s nose. He sniffed it and moaning, started to come around.
“Ooogh…what happened? And why do I smell cookies?” René wondered. Big M smirked.
“Am I good or am I good?” She asked Nicole who merely rolled her eyes in response. Mr. Zuna and Nicolas were a bit more excited.
“He lives!” Mr. Zuna celebrated. “You know what that means son?”
“Dessert!!” He and Nicolas shouted together.
“Eep!” René gulped, still under his earlier misimpression.
“Not you, not you!” Nicole hurriedly explained eager to head off another embarrassing fainting spell. She sighed. “My family are a bunch of dorks.”
Big M pointed to the kitchen. “Everybody to the table!”
“Chaarge!” Nicolas and Mr. Zuna yelled as they raced each other to the table. Nicole groaned again and shepherded her ‘sparring partner’ to the table.
“Dinner’s up!” Big Momma announced as she started bringing the food to the table.
“And she doesn’t mean you.” Mr. Zuna made sure to explain to René. “We don’t eat guests…and you’re a bit on the scrawny side anyway.”
“DADDY!” Nicole yelled at him.
“No more baiting the company, dear.” Big M said without even looking at her husband. “And no joke about being the bait, Nicolas.” She warned him even as he started to open his mouth. “Now dear,” She said to René as she started to serve dinner. “Why don’t you tell us a little about yourself?
“Mooom, don’t grill René.” Nicole groaned. “Can’t you just let him have dinner in peace?”
“Aww, she’s getting all protective of her, ah, sparring partner.” Nicolas snerked. Nicole glared at him and made a fist. Big M coughed and looked at Nicole until she unclenched her fist and put her hand down.
“Perhaps we should get a shotgun before we ask him anything.” Mr. Zuna joked as he patted René on the shoulder. He laughed when René gulped nervously. “Relax kiddo. I know Nicole has good taste in friends.”
“My taste in family needs some work.” Nicole muttered to herself.
“So how’s school?” Big M asked.
“School’s fine.” René said quickly, before Nicole could object. It’d been ages since anyone had asked him that. “I like it. I’m doing well…outside of the ring.” He added under his breath so only Nicole and her brother could hear him.
“That’s good.” Big M smiled. “I’m sure your mom must be very proud of you.” Nicole winced and clapped a hand to her forehead as René flinched. She forgot to tell them that—
“My mom is in a coma.” René said it what was supposed to be a neutral tone of voice, but the emotion underneath was rather easy to discern. Big Momma looked surprised and angry with herself for upsetting him.
“I’m so sorry, honey.” She sighed as she patted head comfortingly. “Perhaps she’ll—”
“She’s been in it for eight years.” René sighed, knowing that she was going to hopefully suggest that she’d come out of it. There was an awkward pause for a moment. Then Mr. Zuna coughed.
“We’re sorry. I know this must be very hard for you and your father.” Mr. Zuna said gravely. René sort of let his gaze wander someplace to the left so he didn’t have to look Mr. Zuna in the eyes.
“My father and I aren’t close.” René said simply, and with no small degree of understatement.
“Awkwaaard.” Nicolas mouthed to his sister. Nicole just shushed him. René sensed that he was kinda killing the atmosphere. He cleared his throat and commented.
“Soo…where does Nicole get her fighting talent from?” He asked the Zunas suddenly. “She really wiped the floor with me during the tournament…not that it’s that hard to do.” He rolled his eyes self-depreciatingly.
Big M clucked her tongue. “Don’t sell yourself short dear. Nicole tells me that your team is in the top 50% of your class; that means you’re at least better than half the Sophomores out there.”
René felt that was a soft-sop but appreciated the gesture anyway. “Wait…Nicole looked up my teams’ stats?” He looked at her.
“Hey, I was curious!” She defended herself. “You’re better than you think you are. Not just your team, I mean you.”
“Um, thanks.” René blinked in surprise. He’d gotten so used to being dumped on that he’d made it a habit of dumping on himself…self-depreciation as a sort of defensive mechanism. He hadn’t gotten many of compliments of late.
“So tell us more about the match.” Big Momma smiled as she leaned over. “Did Nicole remember to watch her flank?”
“If not I’m sure René was watching it for her.” Nicolas quipped before receiving a quasi-gentle smack upside the head by his mother.
“Well, she sure knows how to use Poison Sting.” René commented. “Countered my Flamethrower. After that she grabbed me and well—tossed my tails around.” He said ruefully. “I was told that it was called the ‘Li’l Momma?’ I’m not sure I get what that means though.”
“Nicole’s just being nice to her old mother.” Big M smiled as she patted René’s back. “I was a battler back in the day. My signature move was called, well, Big Momma. As you can tell, the handle sort of stuck.”
“So that’s where she gets it.” René nodded. “She’s very good. Her moves were, well, incredible.”
“Really?” Nicole felt inordinately pleased for some reason, despite never really having doubted it herself.
“Yeah, now maybe René can tell us about the fight.” Nicolas quipped. This time Nicole DID punch him in the arm. René blushed crimson when he figured out what Nicolas insinuated.
Waving his arms in a disclaiming manner René babbled and half rose from his seat. “That isn’t…I mean I’m not…she—I—erk!” He fell backwards and his chair fell back with him.
“Oops.” Nicolas winced as the back of René’s chair thudded against the ground, leaving just René’s feet visible to the Zunas at the table. “You okay down there?”
“I think I have a concussion…” René groaned from the floor.
“Is anyone in this family NOT going to knock René out?” Nicole demanded in annoyance.
“I’ll handle this dear.” Big M soothed her as she walked over and single-handedly hauled René to his feet.
“Thank you Mrs…ooof!” René grunted as Big M tossed him over her shoulder and carried him off.
“MOM!” Nicole shouted.
“Relax honey, I’m just going to let him lie down and rest his head a little.” Big M assured Nicole as she carried René away from the table. From over Big M’s shoulder René sheepishly waved good-bye.
“I enjoyed dinner.” He said weakly as he was carried off.
As soon as he was gone Nicole whirled on her father and brother. “Thanks a lot!” She snapped at them. “This evening’s just been a BLAST thanks to you two!” They fairly wilted under Nicole’s wrath. “Couldn’t you two go three seconds without trying to embarrass him? Or ME?”
“We didn’t mean anything by it.” Mr. Zuna said weakly as he played with his napkin.
“Oh well doesn’t THAT make it all fine!” Nicole exclaimed. “René probably thinks I’m a total loser by now and—”
“Relax, honey.” Big Momma said calmly as she stepped back in. “René doesn’t think any such thing. You should know you’re, hmm, sparring partner better than that by now.”
“Where did you put him?” Nicole groaned as she covered her eyes with her hand.
“Oh, well the couch looked a bit lumpy so I put him in your room.” Big Momma answered evenly as she sat back down. “Honey could you please pass the salt?”
“You WHAT?!” Nicole fairly shrieked as she leapt up from the table and dashed out. Her family watched her leave and then, smiling, turned back to dinner.
“Nicolas, could YOU please pass the salt?”
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“René? Yoo-hoo, René? Wake up.” Nicolas called as he waved his hands in front of René’s face and snapped his fingers next to the vulpix’ ears. “Maybe someone should get smelling salts?”
“Sorry.” Mr. Zuna apologized to Nicole. “I didn’t mean to kill your date, sweety.”
“He’s not a date. He’s a sparring partner.” Nicole stressed. Nicolas nodded sardonically.
“So THAT’S what we’re calling it these days, heh.”
“Maybe you should talk with your mom before you try to ‘pin him to the map.’ ” Mr. Zuna coughed, though he was grinning when he said it.
Nicole blushed and stood stunned for a second because of the innuendo AND because it was coming from her father. When she became capable of speech she fairly wailed: “MOOOOOOOOM!”
“That’ll be enough of that.” Big Momma scolded them, coming to her daughter’s rescue. “Now get that boy to the couch or no desert for either of you. And I made chocolate cookies too.”
“Aw Man.” Nicolas and Mr. Zuna moaned as the started to grab René.
“Thanks mom.” Nicole sighed. Her mother threw her a wink and waved one of her aforementioned cookies under René’s nose. He sniffed it and moaning, started to come around.
“Ooogh…what happened? And why do I smell cookies?” René wondered. Big M smirked.
“Am I good or am I good?” She asked Nicole who merely rolled her eyes in response. Mr. Zuna and Nicolas were a bit more excited.
“He lives!” Mr. Zuna celebrated. “You know what that means son?”
“Dessert!!” He and Nicolas shouted together.
“Eep!” René gulped, still under his earlier misimpression.
“Not you, not you!” Nicole hurriedly explained eager to head off another embarrassing fainting spell. She sighed. “My family are a bunch of dorks.”
Big M pointed to the kitchen. “Everybody to the table!”
“Chaarge!” Nicolas and Mr. Zuna yelled as they raced each other to the table. Nicole groaned again and shepherded her ‘sparring partner’ to the table.
“Dinner’s up!” Big Momma announced as she started bringing the food to the table.
“And she doesn’t mean you.” Mr. Zuna made sure to explain to René. “We don’t eat guests…and you’re a bit on the scrawny side anyway.”
“DADDY!” Nicole yelled at him.
“No more baiting the company, dear.” Big M said without even looking at her husband. “And no joke about being the bait, Nicolas.” She warned him even as he started to open his mouth. “Now dear,” She said to René as she started to serve dinner. “Why don’t you tell us a little about yourself?
“Mooom, don’t grill René.” Nicole groaned. “Can’t you just let him have dinner in peace?”
“Aww, she’s getting all protective of her, ah, sparring partner.” Nicolas snerked. Nicole glared at him and made a fist. Big M coughed and looked at Nicole until she unclenched her fist and put her hand down.
“Perhaps we should get a shotgun before we ask him anything.” Mr. Zuna joked as he patted René on the shoulder. He laughed when René gulped nervously. “Relax kiddo. I know Nicole has good taste in friends.”
“My taste in family needs some work.” Nicole muttered to herself.
“So how’s school?” Big M asked.
“School’s fine.” René said quickly, before Nicole could object. It’d been ages since anyone had asked him that. “I like it. I’m doing well…outside of the ring.” He added under his breath so only Nicole and her brother could hear him.
“That’s good.” Big M smiled. “I’m sure your mom must be very proud of you.” Nicole winced and clapped a hand to her forehead as René flinched. She forgot to tell them that—
“My mom is in a coma.” René said it what was supposed to be a neutral tone of voice, but the emotion underneath was rather easy to discern. Big Momma looked surprised and angry with herself for upsetting him.
“I’m so sorry, honey.” She sighed as she patted head comfortingly. “Perhaps she’ll—”
“She’s been in it for eight years.” René sighed, knowing that she was going to hopefully suggest that she’d come out of it. There was an awkward pause for a moment. Then Mr. Zuna coughed.
“We’re sorry. I know this must be very hard for you and your father.” Mr. Zuna said gravely. René sort of let his gaze wander someplace to the left so he didn’t have to look Mr. Zuna in the eyes.
“My father and I aren’t close.” René said simply, and with no small degree of understatement.
“Awkwaaard.” Nicolas mouthed to his sister. Nicole just shushed him. René sensed that he was kinda killing the atmosphere. He cleared his throat and commented.
“Soo…where does Nicole get her fighting talent from?” He asked the Zunas suddenly. “She really wiped the floor with me during the tournament…not that it’s that hard to do.” He rolled his eyes self-depreciatingly.
Big M clucked her tongue. “Don’t sell yourself short dear. Nicole tells me that your team is in the top 50% of your class; that means you’re at least better than half the Sophomores out there.”
René felt that was a soft-sop but appreciated the gesture anyway. “Wait…Nicole looked up my teams’ stats?” He looked at her.
“Hey, I was curious!” She defended herself. “You’re better than you think you are. Not just your team, I mean you.”
“Um, thanks.” René blinked in surprise. He’d gotten so used to being dumped on that he’d made it a habit of dumping on himself…self-depreciation as a sort of defensive mechanism. He hadn’t gotten many of compliments of late.
“So tell us more about the match.” Big Momma smiled as she leaned over. “Did Nicole remember to watch her flank?”
“If not I’m sure René was watching it for her.” Nicolas quipped before receiving a quasi-gentle smack upside the head by his mother.
“Well, she sure knows how to use Poison Sting.” René commented. “Countered my Flamethrower. After that she grabbed me and well—tossed my tails around.” He said ruefully. “I was told that it was called the ‘Li’l Momma?’ I’m not sure I get what that means though.”
“Nicole’s just being nice to her old mother.” Big M smiled as she patted René’s back. “I was a battler back in the day. My signature move was called, well, Big Momma. As you can tell, the handle sort of stuck.”
“So that’s where she gets it.” René nodded. “She’s very good. Her moves were, well, incredible.”
“Really?” Nicole felt inordinately pleased for some reason, despite never really having doubted it herself.
“Yeah, now maybe René can tell us about the fight.” Nicolas quipped. This time Nicole DID punch him in the arm. René blushed crimson when he figured out what Nicolas insinuated.
Waving his arms in a disclaiming manner René babbled and half rose from his seat. “That isn’t…I mean I’m not…she—I—erk!” He fell backwards and his chair fell back with him.
“Oops.” Nicolas winced as the back of René’s chair thudded against the ground, leaving just René’s feet visible to the Zunas at the table. “You okay down there?”
“I think I have a concussion…” René groaned from the floor.
“Is anyone in this family NOT going to knock René out?” Nicole demanded in annoyance.
“I’ll handle this dear.” Big M soothed her as she walked over and single-handedly hauled René to his feet.
“Thank you Mrs…ooof!” René grunted as Big M tossed him over her shoulder and carried him off.
“MOM!” Nicole shouted.
“Relax honey, I’m just going to let him lie down and rest his head a little.” Big M assured Nicole as she carried René away from the table. From over Big M’s shoulder René sheepishly waved good-bye.
“I enjoyed dinner.” He said weakly as he was carried off.
As soon as he was gone Nicole whirled on her father and brother. “Thanks a lot!” She snapped at them. “This evening’s just been a BLAST thanks to you two!” They fairly wilted under Nicole’s wrath. “Couldn’t you two go three seconds without trying to embarrass him? Or ME?”
“We didn’t mean anything by it.” Mr. Zuna said weakly as he played with his napkin.
“Oh well doesn’t THAT make it all fine!” Nicole exclaimed. “René probably thinks I’m a total loser by now and—”
“Relax, honey.” Big Momma said calmly as she stepped back in. “René doesn’t think any such thing. You should know you’re, hmm, sparring partner better than that by now.”
“Where did you put him?” Nicole groaned as she covered her eyes with her hand.
“Oh, well the couch looked a bit lumpy so I put him in your room.” Big Momma answered evenly as she sat back down. “Honey could you please pass the salt?”
“You WHAT?!” Nicole fairly shrieked as she leapt up from the table and dashed out. Her family watched her leave and then, smiling, turned back to dinner.
“Nicolas, could YOU please pass the salt?”
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Big Momma wasn't goint to let her family have all the fun X3. They'll make it up to Rene and Nicole the next time he visits, but right now its all about the family fun
Bet Rene is having a blast in spite of all this.
Nicole: I can't BELIEVE YOU GUYS! *speeds off like a zubat out of hell*
Nicolas: I don't think she remembers the first time I brought Arora over.
# Were we really that bad?
Nicolas: Hard to tell because pink skin hides the blushing ;)
Mr. Zuna: Sorry again son, but you did catch me out of the bath.
Nicolas: I don't think she or I wish to relive that ordeal again, dad.
# I wouldn't mind
Nicolas: Gross mom. Just gross.
Bet Rene is having a blast in spite of all this.
Nicole: I can't BELIEVE YOU GUYS! *speeds off like a zubat out of hell*
Nicolas: I don't think she remembers the first time I brought Arora over.
# Were we really that bad?
Nicolas: Hard to tell because pink skin hides the blushing ;)
Mr. Zuna: Sorry again son, but you did catch me out of the bath.
Nicolas: I don't think she or I wish to relive that ordeal again, dad.
# I wouldn't mind
Nicolas: Gross mom. Just gross.
Its a slight mess. Her mom painted it a girly pink, so Nicole covered some of the wall with posters of famous Champion fighters and of course a few of her mom performing her signature move. She has a few heavy free weights by the side of the bed. And of course a desk for her school books and such. If he gets nosey, and dares to risk a KAPOWIE if he gets caught, he might see the note book that Nicole wrote that letter in. And all the previous letter she practices (a few being too mushy to ever have the public find by my tomboyish nido-femme).
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