Darren snickers. "Good to hear, hopefully there will be no repeats of Mike."

"You will be my shield against repeats of Mike just by existing and taking me to dinner sometimes, isn't that lovely and efficient?"

"Very! I will continue to exist and take you to dinner sometimes."

"Good. I like it when you do those things."

"Then I'll just have to keep them both up, won't I?"

Darren giggles a little and looks embarrassed. "Hey. Thank you, Angela."

Then Savannah shows up! "Hiiiii, lovebirds! Hi, Angela!"

"Lovebirds? Really?"

"Yes," says Savannah. She grins and lowers her voice. "You two both have wings when you can get away with it. So, lovebirds."

"Darn it. At least it's a better nickname than 'Prancer.'"

"Don't get me started on that one I will do it!"

"Lovebirds is fine!"

Hee hee hee.

"Knew you'd see it my way." Plop, into the chair Savannah goes. "So! Now you are prime gossip material, congratulations to you both, I'm sure you've very proud."

"Ecstatic."

"Elated."

"Yup, people don't become prime gossip material often in their lifetimes, this is a once in a lifetime thing."

"We will certainly never accomplish anything notable as adults which will warrant our becoming household names, or anything. That would be preposterous."

"I know, right? What could be more interesting than two people... Going on a date?!"

"It's almost unheard of! Stop the presses!"

"The world needs to know! Bella, Darren, you have to get your stories out there, go run off to a publisher and get a book written about it!"