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Second date on Valentine's Day?

Stupid.

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Why is that stupid?

Because I didn't know it was Valentine's Day and... well, it was kind of a disaster from the get-go.

Oh. *frowns*

I'm sorry to hear that it didn't go well.

Actually, the end wasn't so bad.

Oh? That is good.

Did you give him LSD this time?

No. No, I didn't.

How was your Valentine's, Jack?

Began in a Catholic church and ended at a McDonald's. ~~And I did get to see the crazy underwear she had on.~~ I'd call it an overall success.

As a matter of fact I saw something interesting in the window at McDonald's.

That's quite a wild ride.

Oh, really? And what appeared in front of your wondering eyes?

Quite. Did I tell you the part where I scared off a priest?

You, Lemon. Kissing someone I sincerely hope was not a serial killer.

And here I thought the story couldn't get any better.

Oh. No, that was my Dr. Baird.

Apparently my confession left him unsettled.

That was the roofie guy? Christ, Lemon, good job.

I can only imagine.

I do try.

*feigning crying* I just...feel like you're all grown up.

Oh, stop it. *swats his arm*

At any rate, what were you doing in a McDonald's?

Fulfilling God's will.

Riiight.

Personally I think it was Ronald Reagan, guiding me from beyond the grave.

Sometimes I marvel at your thought process.

You can't stop fate, Lemon.

Well, if it was divinely ordered, maybe the two of you really are meant to be.

Funny, that's exactly what Elisa said. Of course, it sounded much more romantic in a Puerto Rican accent.

It usually does.

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