"Are you kidding? I've had mass amounts of waffles and another full meal from your grandma about half an hour ago" Pietro chuckled, "I'm due for another" he paused, putting down little Max to pick up the girl instead, "um... and... sorry about all that mess... I kind of freaked out"

"Oh. She's not my Grandmother," She sat down on the grass and wiggled her finger in front of Lu-lu's face," That would be Grandma Ries. The head of the Ries family. Vesta's family.... But it's ok. As long as you're alright and so is Vesta..." Lulu took hold of her finger while looking around curiously, Ceres smiled sweetly. "So how about we have dinner about 6pm? I think Max mentioned he'd be coming, is that alright?"

"Yeah..." Pietro shrugged, "It's so weird to have people calling him Max-especially with little Maxy here" he tickled the boy's tummy, "I didn't expect my father to go back to that name. Not with everything he lost along with it"

"Oh, this little guy's named Max too?" She looked down at Max and smiled. "You two make the cutest babies." She praised

Pietro's smile lessened slightly but he didn't comment. He wasn't sure how Ciara did it, just raising Max like she'd had triplets instead of twins. Most of the time Pietro could forget about it, push it to the back of his mind but every now and again Max would look up at him a certain way and it would break a small part of his heart.

Ceres seemed to notice his silence, "Hm? Is something wrong?"

"ah-no" Pietro shook his head, ruffling Max's bit of white hair, "thank you"

*
A knock came to Eric's door, "Oi, are you two ready? I'm starved." Ceres called. She wore a simple black dress, with skin colored stockings and black heels. Her hair was styled to the side in a sort of messy braid. And she wore a pair of pink gemstone earrings and necklace.

Pietro answered the door, though he definitely did not look ready to go. He was in a pair of pj's and looking rather tired, "I'm so sorry" he apologized, "I'm not feeling terribly well and these things tend to hit me pretty fast" he coughed lightly to the side, "you know how it is, mutant metabolism, immune system, blegh."

"Oh you poor thing." Ceres took a step forward. " I'll rebook the reservation. Do you need anything? Soup? Crackers? Ginger ale? Is Max alright? Tell me what your symptoms are, and I'll have Miss Turner wipe something up for you." She said stepping into the house.

"oh no, I don't want to ruin the night" Pietro insisted, "I'm pretty sure it's just a cold. I'll get some sleep and drink lots of orange juice-but you two should still have some fun" he nodded between her and his dad.

Eric was looking rather dashing in a dark pair of pants and a simple purple dress shirt. He was just coming out from down the hall when he looked at Pietro oddly, "Pietro, why are you-"

"So sick? I haven't a clue. These things just pounce on me" Pietro sighed, "oh well, that reservation won't keep forever, you should head out" he ushered the two of them out of the house in a hurry.

'Why aren't a rather dashing Hobbit, Mr. Eric' Ceres though to herself before being pushed out the door. She stumbled a step or two and turned back to look at Eric, "...He's not sick is he?" She asked bluntly.

"It doesn't seem likely" Eric replied, looking back at the door, then shrugged, "but he has done stranger things" he offered Ceres his arm, "Shall we, m'lady?"

She crossed her arms, not impressed. This was suppose to be a thank you gift. "Pff, if he didn't want Italian food he could have just said so...Hm? Oh, very well." She slipped her arm into his. "You look rather dashing tonight, Sir Hobbit."

"As do you, madam elf" he smiled, "and I think he has an ulterior motive"

She blushed lightly, "I told you, I am a wizard." She stuck out her tongue. "ulterior motive? Huh.... I wonder what that could be all about."

Eric shrugged and on they went to the restaurant.

It was a lovely restaurant, black table cloths, small round tables, candles, instrumental music in the background.

((Loki should come and cause some mischief. :p And Be their waiter))

Super romantic.

((I love Loki, but I don't know what he'd do. You can take him over if you have an idea.))

((I didn't have anything in perticlar. I just figured he'd throw food on Eric or maybe spill wine. You know, be a dick and try and ruin the mood. Like what Pietro who do to Scott. :p))

((... meh...))

((Well it's your line))

((>_< I dunno what to say. Yay romantic night. Get jiggy with it?))

((She won't do that. She'd be bond to him... :p GAH. YOu. Everytime.))

Eric walked Ceres home. Ceres laughed at Eric's story as they walked up onto her front step, "Ahhhh." She wiped a tear from her eye, having laughed so hard, "I had quite the time, my dear hobbit. It's too bad Pietro wasn't up to it. I think he would have enjoyed the all you can eat bread sticks."

"They say all you can eat" Eric commented, "but as the meal goes on, it takes longer and longer for it to show up"