betheroleplayer | Call Me Out: (late) January 2020

[So how does one date, exactly? Even after Huey's extensive lectures about the subject, Webby still felt clueless... mostly because it didn't seem too different from just hanging out with a friend.

... Except apparently there was holding hands and kissing. The mere thought of doing that with Lena was enough to nearly make Webby pass out.

But the day finally came, and now Webby was pacing at the doorway, waiting for Lena to arrive. Their very first date, and she couldn't stop panicking. Sure, it'd be Lena's too, but Lena was so cool and calm about everything! What if Webby messed this up?

HOW DOES ONE DATE?!

Eventually she just wound up being so nervous that she began rolling on the floor, groaning and moaning, tugging at her hair. LIFE WAS SO HARD!]

AaauuuuUUUuuuUUgh! C'mon, loosen up! I COMMAND MYSELF TO BE LOOSE!

[It might have helped Webby to know that truthfully, Lena was just as nervous as she was. As much as she tried to put on that usual aloof front, Violet for one saw right through it. And Violet's dads (she wasn't ready to call them her dads... not quite yet) asked her questions and fussed over her and were exactly the overbearing but loving people they were, which made her happier than she wanted to admit.

But nervous? You better believe it. Everything Lena had ever had with Webby, from acquaintances to friends to girlfriends, was more than she'd ever felt like she deserved. There was still a piece of her deep down just waiting for the bubble to burst, for her to screw things up somehow. But the more Webby showed that sweet acceptance and love that flowed from her like a fountain, the smaller that piece got.

Lena arrived at the mansion a little early, dressed up just a tiny bit--a new sweater and sneakers, as opposed to the ragged old ones she'd had forever, and a little hair clip with a skull on it to hold back her fringe. She trotted up the steps and raised her hand to the handle... Just in time to hear Webby's exclamation. She chuckled and shook her head. Classic Webs.]

Hey, Pink. [A pink-tipped head poked into the foyer curiously.] You alright in here?

[... ah fudge.]

YES!

[Let's try that again at a normal pitch. And. Standing up.]

I mean, yes. A-hem.

[She smooths down her dress - she's never really been one to dress up, unless it's in battle armor, but for the special occasion she's wearing the rarest of duck-related attire : shoes! Pink ones, natch, that click a bit as you walk. She's fully aware of the height difference between them and thought this would make up for it.

It doesn't. At all.]

... Hi Lena!

[She throws the door open, still happy to see her despite her insides knotting up with nerves.]

I was waiting patiently and calmly like a normal person and not worrying over our first date at all!

[#nailedit.]

Of course you were.

[Lena smiles down at Webby as she comes in, fondness clear on her face. Webby is always cute, but today she looks especially pretty. Maybe that's the dress and the adorable shoes that add a whole half a centimeter to her height, or maybe it's just the fact that she's Lena's girlfriend (!!) and they're about to go on a date (!!!!!).]

Y'know, I'm nervous too, Webs. But we've faced witches, spirits, and even a ventriloquist's dummy together. The less said about that thing the better. We can handle a date, right?

[It's just going to be a fun afternoon out. And, fine, maybe a little weird, if Lena knows this city.]

The dummy was the worst.

[So creepy. But moving on from that Noodle Incident, she brightens up, taking Lena's hand. Just being with Lena is so calming, like the sound of the waves on the beach. Within seconds, their fingers interlock.]

Yeah! We can do anything together! You and me, and...

[itty bitty gasp]

You got a hairclip! It's so YOU! It's perfect! And all of you is so brand-spanking-new! Look at all this you-new-ness! Move over, Helen of Troy, the 'woman worth war' just got a new champion!

Oh my gosh, stop! [Lena covers her face with her free hand, only to peek through her fingers and clarify:] Don't actually stop.

[She squeezes Webby's hand and smiles wide, ego fluffed up by her compliments.] But let's not tempt fate, huh? I'd rather not have any wars starting over me tonight. I'm--I-I'm all yours anyway.

[Oh geez. Why was it so much easier to compliment her back when it wasn't sincere? Lena ducks her head and tugs Webby out the door, hoping her blush dies down quickly. What was it they had planned again? Suddenly she can't remember.]

[When Lena plays with her own hair, it's always so super beautiful. Like watching art in motion. As a result, she also quickly forgets what their date was going to be. And some basic math. That beauty is a weapon of mass destruction.]

Not to worry! If anyone tried to fight for your hand, I'd show them no mercy. I used to be a pushover when it came to friends, but now I can stand up for myself, and for you too!

[She follows Lena out of the mansion, rather glad they're leaving before Granny has time to interrogate Lena. Or, worse, show more baby pictures.]

[Aw, but those pictures were adorable, and now that Lena's getting along pretty well with Mrs. Beakley, she was glad to show them off. Lena is well aware that she has an unfair advantage, having had neither a baby phase nor a loving caretaker to document it, and she intends to milk it for all it's worth.]

I believe it. And you know I'd do the same for you, right? [Another fond smile, and another hand squeeze. Yeah, she's not letting go any time soon.] Anyway, there are exactly zero fights on the agenda today. I thought we'd start... here!

[Not too far from the mansion, there is a gathering of food trucks going on! Lena doesn't know the proper name--a collection? a swarm?--but she knows there are all sorts of different treats on offer.]

So I know you finally got your hamburger, but is there anything else you wanna try that Corporal Crumpet never let you taste?

[Webby inhales deeply - my goodness! Look at all that!]

Food trucks! I've heard about these legendary machines from Dewey, but I wasn't sure I'd see them myself! They're just as majestic as he described!

[When being sheltered is both funny and depressing. Her eyes glitter as she takes each food truck in, trying and struggling to make a choice, but how?]

... Granny really doesn't like me to have sweets or anything with a lot of sugar in it.

[Which means they gotta find the most sweetest, sugar-jam-packed thing ever.]

[As sad as it is how sheltered most of Webby's life has been, Lena can't say she'll ever get tired of helping her fill in the blanks. Anything she wants to see, Lena will make it happen.

She nods and purses her lips, comically serious.] Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Just as I suspected. I know exactly where we need to go.

[Lena leads Webby by their linked hands, clearly familiar with the layout of the area, until they reach a truck piled high with flavors of ice cream and toppings to pile high upon them.]

Allow me to introduce you to... Month of Sundaes!

[A choir of angels are singing in Webby's mind, her eyes widening so much they might just pop out of their sockets.]

Sunades... The unlimited potential of ice cream and toppings... Must resist urge to weep openly...

[But she can't resist drooling a little bit.]

[Lena chuckles and nods at the proprietor, who's tickled pink at how enthusiastic Webby is over his truck. There's little cards where you can check off the flavors and toppings you want, and she fills one out quick as a bunny.]

Get whatever you want, babe, it's on me. [She's been saving for this date for a while now.] Oh, hey, pop quiz, though! What's Scrooge's favorite flavor of ice cream?

[Does he actually even have a favorite? Lena doesn't know. But if he does, Webby knows it.]

[The answer comes out automatically.]

Sea Salt.

[Blink, GASP-]

I can enjoy Scrooge's favorite ice cream! This is one step closer to wholly understanding his psyche! We were going to have a whole bunch of it when we were guilt-tripping the boys into making up with Scrooge... but, well, shadow war kinda ruined our appetite.

[That said, she checks off a few toppings and makes sure there's some chocolate with her kingdom hearts nod.]

[Lena may not fully understand Webby's love for all things McDuck, but it brings her joy, and that's what's important here. And as far as the Shadow War goes, she's progressed enough that she can even joke about it herself.]

Yeah, Shadow Wars're like that. But it all worked out okay! We're here, we're together, and Magica's out doing temp jobs or whatever.

[Their orders are presented to them after a moment's wait, and Lena picks them up with one hand.]

Let's go find a table and dig in!

[But what she hasn't noticed is that there's water on the pavement, from when it rained a few hours ago. And Lena is about to step into a puddle with those shiny new sneakers.]

Wait!

[Not those beloved, beautiful sneakers! Webby does what she does best - acting without thinking.

Mere seconds before foot touches water, Webby has thrown her arms around Lena and picked her up, carrying her in her arms as easily as she'd pick up her dolls. Hup-hup.]

Phew, that was a close one!

Call Me Out: (late) January 2020

Lena

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